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

now?" "She hasn't been around in

But that's not unusual.

work, so they can

them to help out

have someone like Ms. Altman volunteer as long as she

people would have given up much earlier, given how exhausting it

named Clara Whitaker

who she

haven't even heard

first time here." Sheryl fell

she pondered, the more things didn't add

a frequent presence, had stopped coming

had approached Clara, asking if they'd

being unfamiliar with her, he seemed

Sheryl, and

a sports car glided into the

car and

late night, the echo of his hurried footsteps was all that could be heard,

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

had clung tightly to the

felt like his heart was being crushed mercilessly

her ward suddenly swung open as he

his tracks, holding his

Beckett brothers confronted each other in

white light, Jasper

was shrouded in shadow, his sickly pallor the

beneath his sickly exterior lurked a sinister secret —Justin was a monster or perhaps a

it was

firm, deliberate steps, he

growing desire welled

to see

was about to enter the room, Justin smiled

brings you here at this hour?" Justin asked with

hard, his voice

had

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

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