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 lowered her

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

But that's not unusual.

their work, so they

them to

Ms. Altman

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

Clara Whitaker who visited the orphanage

you know who she is?" "Clara

heard of that

was her first time here."

she pondered, the

been a frequent presence, had

had approached Clara, asking if they'd met

being unfamiliar with her, he seemed to sense

Sheryl, and

car glided into the underground parking lot

exited the car

of the late night, the echo of his hurried footsteps was all

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

clung tightly to

was being crushed mercilessly

suddenly swung open as he

in his

the Beckett brothers

the sterile white light, Jasper stood out like a striking

sickly

beneath his sickly exterior lurked a sinister secret

it was Jasper

firm, deliberate steps, he made his way toward

but growing desire welled

wanted to

about to enter the room, Justin

this hour?" Justin asked with a

hard, his voice

had

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

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