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...

there any issues with her?" Sheryl lowered

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

But that's not unusual.

work, so they can

can't force them

have someone like Ms. Altman volunteer as long as she

given up much earlier, given how

a woman named Clara Whitaker who visited

know who she is?" "Clara

even heard

first time here." Sheryl fell into

she pondered, the

had been a frequent presence,

Clara, asking if

with her, he seemed to sense

Sheryl, and her eyes

the underground

exited the car and

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

of Alyssa's near accident, saved only by

older brother had clung tightly to the woman he

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

open as he arrived,

his tracks, holding his

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

the sterile white light, Jasper stood out

shadow, his sickly pallor the only hint of his

sinister secret —Justin was a

it was

deliberate steps, he made his way

but growing desire welled

to see

was about to enter the room, Justin

here at this hour?"

swallowed hard, his voice

had an

only aggravated the old injury on her

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