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

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

But that's not unusual.

for their work, so they

can't force them

like Ms. Altman volunteer as

given how exhausting it is." Sheryl knitted her brows

named Clara Whitaker who visited the orphanage

know who she is?"

heard

it was her first time here." Sheryl fell

more she pondered, the more things

new, yet Amber, who had been a frequent presence, had stopped coming for no apparent

then, Jasper had approached Clara, asking if

with her, he seemed

Sheryl,

a sports car glided into the underground parking lot of the

the car and

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

saved only by Justin's quick intervention, replayed in his

had clung tightly to

felt like his heart was being crushed mercilessly by

as he arrived, and Justin emerged in his

in his tracks,

and empty corridor, the Beckett brothers confronted each other in

sterile white light, Jasper stood out like a

his sickly

sinister secret —Justin was a

was

firm, deliberate steps, he made his

faint but growing desire welled up inside

to see

enter the room, Justin smiled and opened

this hour?" Justin asked with a smile on

swallowed hard,

had

is she?" "Fortunately, she's only aggravated the old injury on

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