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

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

But that's not unusual.

for their work, so they

can't force them to

it's rare to have someone like Ms. Altman volunteer as

would have given up much earlier, given how exhausting it

Clara Whitaker

know who she is?"

heard of

her first time here."

she pondered, the more things

a frequent presence, had stopped coming for

then, Jasper had approached Clara, asking if they'd met

he

realization struck Sheryl,

into the underground parking

the car

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

near accident, saved only by Justin's quick intervention,

clung tightly to the woman

felt like his heart was being crushed mercilessly by an

swung open as he arrived, and

his tracks, holding his

Beckett brothers confronted each

white light, Jasper stood out

shadow, his sickly pallor the only hint of

lurked a sinister secret —Justin was a monster or perhaps

the end, it was Jasper

steps, he made his way

growing desire welled up

to see

enter the room, Justin smiled and

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

hard, his

had an accident

only aggravated the old

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