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...

issues with her?" Sheryl lowered

still volunteer here now?" "She

But that's not unusual.

compensated for their work, so they can leave whenever they

can't force them to help out

have someone like Ms. Altman volunteer as long as she

up much earlier, given how exhausting it

named Clara Whitaker who visited

who she is?" "Clara Whitaker? I

heard of

first time here."

the more things didn't add

yet Amber, who had been a frequent

approached Clara, asking

being unfamiliar with her, he seemed

Sheryl, and her eyes

glided into the underground parking

the car and hurried

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

saved only by Justin's quick intervention, replayed

had clung tightly to the

his heart was being crushed mercilessly by

suddenly swung open as he arrived, and

his

Beckett brothers confronted

white light, Jasper stood out like a

shrouded in shadow, his sickly pallor the only hint of

lurked a sinister secret —Justin was a monster or

end, it was Jasper

deliberate steps, he made

faint but growing desire welled up

to

as Jasper was about to enter the room, Justin smiled and

hour?" Justin asked with a smile

hard, his voice

Alyssa had

only aggravated the old injury

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