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?" Sheryl lowered her

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

But that's not unusual.

their work, so they can leave

force them to

to have someone like Ms. Altman volunteer as long as she

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

named Clara Whitaker who visited

who she is?" "Clara Whitaker? I

heard

her first time here." Sheryl fell into deep

the more

was new, yet Amber, who had been a frequent

Clara, asking if they'd met

her, he seemed to sense some

struck Sheryl, and

sports car glided into the underground parking lot

the car and hurried toward

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

accident, saved only by Justin's quick intervention, replayed in his

tightly to the woman he once

he felt like his heart was

her ward suddenly swung open as he

in his

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

light, Jasper stood

sickly pallor the only hint of

a sinister secret —Justin was a monster or perhaps

was Jasper who

deliberate steps, he made his way

faint but growing desire welled

wanted to

to enter the room, Justin smiled and

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

swallowed hard, his

Alyssa had

she's only aggravated the old

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