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?"

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

But that's not unusual.

work, so they can leave whenever they

force them to

rare to have someone like Ms.

earlier, given how exhausting it is." Sheryl knitted

named Clara Whitaker who visited the orphanage

know who she is?" "Clara

haven't even heard

it was her first time

pondered, the more things

a frequent presence, had

had approached Clara,

unfamiliar with her, he seemed to sense some

realization struck Sheryl,

the underground parking lot of

the car and hurried

echo of his hurried footsteps

near accident, saved only by Justin's quick intervention,

tightly to the woman he

he felt like his heart was being crushed mercilessly by an

suddenly swung open as he arrived,

stopped in his tracks, holding his

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

light, Jasper stood out

in shadow, his sickly pallor

his sickly exterior lurked a sinister secret —Justin was

end, it was

steps, he made

but growing desire welled up

to see

Jasper was about to enter the room,

at this hour?" Justin asked with a

swallowed hard, his voice

Alyssa had

aggravated

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