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...

issues with her?"

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

But that's not unusual.

compensated for their work, so they can leave

them to help out

like Ms. Altman volunteer as long as she

earlier, given

a woman named Clara Whitaker who

you know who she is?" "Clara Whitaker?

even heard of that

her first time here." Sheryl fell into deep

pondered, the more things didn't

who had been a frequent presence, had stopped

approached Clara,

her, he seemed to sense some

struck Sheryl, and her

car glided into the underground

car and hurried toward

his hurried footsteps was

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

older brother had clung tightly to the woman he

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

ward suddenly swung open as he arrived, and Justin

in his tracks, holding

the Beckett brothers confronted each

the sterile white light, Jasper stood

shadow, his sickly

exterior lurked a sinister secret —Justin was a

the end, it was Jasper who relented

he made

desire welled up inside

to

room,

at this hour?" Justin asked

swallowed hard, his voice

Alyssa had an accident

aggravated the old injury

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