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 hasn't been

But that's not unusual.

aren't compensated for their work, so they can leave

can't force them

Ms. Altman volunteer

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

Clara Whitaker

know who she is?" "Clara

heard

was her first time here." Sheryl fell into deep

she pondered, the more

been a frequent presence, had stopped

approached Clara, asking

he seemed to sense some

struck Sheryl,

into the underground parking lot

exited the car and hurried

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

saved only by Justin's quick intervention,

had clung tightly

his heart was

swung open as he arrived, and Justin

in his tracks, holding

that bleak and empty corridor, the Beckett brothers confronted each other in

sterile white light, Jasper stood out like

shadow, his sickly

secret —Justin was a monster

end, it was

firm, deliberate steps, he made his

growing desire

to

room, Justin smiled and opened his arms, halting his

this hour?" Justin asked with a smile

swallowed hard, his voice

had an accident

"Fortunately, she's only aggravated the old injury

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