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 hasn't been around

But that's not unusual.

their work, so they can leave whenever

force them

Ms. Altman volunteer as long as she

much earlier, given how exhausting it is." Sheryl knitted her

a woman named Clara Whitaker who visited the orphanage

know who she is?" "Clara

even heard

first time here." Sheryl fell

pondered, the more things didn't

been a frequent presence, had stopped coming for

Clara, asking if

with her, he seemed to sense some

struck Sheryl, and

a sports car glided into the underground

quickly exited the car and hurried toward

his hurried footsteps was all that could be heard, mirroring the heavy beating

saved only by Justin's quick intervention, replayed

brother had clung tightly to the woman he

heart was being crushed mercilessly by an invisible

as

in his tracks, holding

empty corridor, the Beckett brothers confronted each other in

white light, Jasper stood out like

was shrouded in shadow, his sickly pallor the only

sickly exterior lurked a sinister secret —Justin was

the end, it was

firm, deliberate steps, he made his way

growing desire welled

to see

was about to enter the room, Justin smiled

here at this hour?" Justin asked with

hard, his

Alyssa had

is she?" "Fortunately, she's only aggravated

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