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?"

now?" "She hasn't been around in a

But that's not unusual.

compensated for their work, so

force them to

it's rare to have someone like Ms. Altman volunteer as long

have given up much earlier, given

a woman named Clara Whitaker who visited the

she is?"

heard of that

it was her first time here." Sheryl fell into deep

more she pondered, the more things didn't add

been a

Jasper had approached Clara, asking if they'd met

with her, he seemed

Sheryl, and her eyes

car glided into the

car and hurried toward room

his hurried footsteps was

only by Justin's quick intervention, replayed in his

had clung tightly to the

moment, he felt like his heart was being crushed

swung open as he arrived, and

in his tracks,

bleak and empty corridor, the Beckett brothers confronted each other

Jasper stood out like

shrouded in shadow, his sickly pallor the only

sinister secret —Justin was a

the end, it was

firm, deliberate steps, he made his way

but growing desire welled up inside

to

about to enter the room, Justin smiled and

here at this hour?" Justin asked with a

hard, his

had an

she's only aggravated the old

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