A black Maybach was parked at the back entrance of the orphanage, its lights off and engine idling.

Soon, a figure emerged from the back door, hurriedly approaching and entering the car.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting, Ms. Gillis," the woman apologized respectfully.

Sheryl sat in the car with an air of arrogance, and her legs crossed in a relaxed manner.

She handed a brown envelope to the woman.

"Good work this morning," Sheryl remarked.

The woman took the envelope from Sheryl and had a feel of its thickness.

She smiled from ear to ear.

"All that needed to be done was to cut a brake cable.

It was no trouble at all." Sheryl couldn't be bothered to even glance at the woman she deemed inferior.

Her expression remained cold as she spoke.

"By the way, have you looked into all the volunteers and the teachers at the orphanage like I asked?" "To have," the woman replied confidently.

"I've been here for about a decade.

It was a breeze." She pulled out a stack of documents from her bag and handed them over to Sheryl with both hands.

Taking the papers, Sheryl began to peruse them, her eyes narrowing as she scanned the details.

Suddenly, her eyes widened.

She pulled out a document with a photograph of a striking woman—Amber Altman, the woman Jameson had groomed as Alyssa's substitute.

"This woman...

is a volunteer at the orphanage?" "Yes, Ms. Gillis.

Ms. Altman has been volunteering at our orphanage for over two years.

She also donates to the orphanage annually, so she's well-regarded here." The woman noticed that Sheryl had become quite agitated.

Puzzled, she asked, "Ms. Gillis, are there...

with

volunteer here now?" "She hasn't been around

But that's not unusual.

compensated for their work, so they

them to help out

to have someone like Ms. Altman

given how exhausting it is."

a woman named Clara Whitaker

know who she is?"

heard of

time here." Sheryl

pondered, the

had been a frequent presence, had stopped coming for no

Clara,

with her, he seemed

Sheryl,

car glided into the underground parking lot

exited the car

his hurried footsteps was all that could be heard,

Alyssa's near accident, saved only by Justin's

clung tightly to the

moment, he felt like his heart was being crushed mercilessly by an

ward suddenly swung open as he arrived, and Justin emerged

his

bleak and empty corridor, the Beckett brothers confronted each other in a tense,

white light, Jasper stood out like

in shadow, his sickly pallor

his sickly exterior lurked a sinister secret —Justin was a monster or

it was Jasper who relented

deliberate steps, he made his way toward

but growing desire

wanted to see

to enter the room, Justin smiled

brings you here at this hour?" Justin

hard, his voice

Alyssa had an

aggravated the old injury on

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