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 her?" Sheryl lowered

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

But that's not unusual.

compensated for their work, so they can leave whenever they

can't force them to help

someone like Ms. Altman volunteer

earlier, given how exhausting it is." Sheryl

Clara Whitaker who visited

she is?" "Clara Whitaker?

even heard of that

time here." Sheryl fell into deep

she pondered, the more things didn't add

who had been a frequent presence, had

approached Clara, asking if they'd met

being unfamiliar with her, he seemed to

realization struck Sheryl, and

car glided into the underground

exited the car

stillness of the late night, the echo of his hurried footsteps was all that could be

of Alyssa's near accident, saved only by Justin's quick intervention, replayed in his

had clung tightly to the woman

felt like his heart was being crushed

suddenly swung open as he arrived, and

in his tracks, holding his

empty corridor, the Beckett brothers confronted each other in

white light, Jasper stood

in shadow, his sickly pallor the only hint of

lurked a sinister secret —Justin

the end, it was Jasper who relented

he made his way

faint but growing desire welled up

to see

room, Justin smiled and opened his arms,

here at this hour?" Justin asked with a smile on his

swallowed hard,

had

"Fortunately, she's only aggravated the

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