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...

any issues with her?" Sheryl

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

But that's not unusual.

aren't compensated for their work, so they can leave

force them to help out

Ms. Altman

have given up much earlier, given how exhausting it is."

a woman named Clara Whitaker who visited the orphanage

who she is?" "Clara Whitaker? I

haven't even heard

was her first time here." Sheryl fell

the more things

Amber, who had been a frequent presence,

had approached Clara,

being unfamiliar with her, he seemed to sense some

realization struck Sheryl, and her

sports car glided into the underground parking lot of

exited the car

the echo of his hurried footsteps was all that

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

clung tightly to the woman he

was being crushed mercilessly by an invisible and inexplicable

her ward suddenly swung open as he arrived,

stopped in his tracks,

empty corridor, the Beckett brothers confronted

Jasper stood

however, was shrouded in shadow, his sickly pallor the only hint

beneath his sickly exterior lurked a sinister secret —Justin was

was Jasper who

firm, deliberate steps, he

growing desire welled up

wanted to see

was about to enter the room,

at this hour?" Justin asked

swallowed hard,

had

only aggravated the old

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