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?"

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

But that's not unusual.

so they

them to

rare to have someone like Ms. Altman volunteer as long

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

named Clara Whitaker who

know who she is?"

heard of that

it was her first time here." Sheryl fell into

the more things didn't add

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

Clara,

he

struck Sheryl, and her eyes

glided into the underground parking lot of

the car and hurried

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

only by Justin's quick intervention, replayed in

had clung tightly to the

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

suddenly swung open as he arrived, and Justin emerged

stopped in his tracks, holding

the Beckett brothers confronted each other in a tense, wordless

the sterile white light, Jasper

was shrouded in shadow, his sickly pallor the only hint

exterior lurked a sinister secret —Justin was a monster or

it was Jasper

deliberate steps, he made his

desire welled

wanted to see

Jasper was about to enter the room, Justin smiled and opened his arms, halting

here at this hour?" Justin asked with a smile on his

hard, his voice

Alyssa had

aggravated the old injury on

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