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?"

here now?" "She

But that's not unusual.

compensated for their work, so

force them to help out

rare to have someone like Ms. Altman volunteer as long as

earlier, given

a woman named Clara Whitaker who visited the orphanage

who she is?" "Clara Whitaker?

even heard

first time

the more things didn't add

a frequent presence, had stopped coming for no

had approached Clara, asking if they'd

her, he seemed

struck Sheryl, and her eyes

the underground parking lot of

quickly exited the car and

stillness of the late night, the echo of his hurried footsteps was all that could be heard, mirroring the heavy beating of his

accident, saved only by Justin's

brother had clung tightly to

heart was

open as he

his tracks, holding his

Beckett brothers confronted each

light, Jasper

in shadow, his sickly pallor

lurked a sinister secret —Justin was a

was Jasper

steps, he made his way toward

faint but growing desire welled

to see

to enter the room,

this hour?" Justin asked with a smile on

hard, his voice

had

"Fortunately, she's only aggravated the

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