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?"

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

But that's not unusual.

aren't compensated for their work, so they can

can't force them

have someone like Ms. Altman volunteer as

given

woman named Clara Whitaker who

know who she

haven't even heard

time here." Sheryl fell into deep

the more things

Amber, who had been a frequent

approached Clara,

unfamiliar with her, he seemed to sense some

realization struck Sheryl, and

a sports car glided into the underground parking

car and hurried toward room

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

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

tightly to

like his heart was

her ward suddenly swung open as he arrived,

his tracks, holding

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

sterile white light, Jasper stood out like

was shrouded in shadow, his sickly pallor the only

his sickly exterior lurked a sinister secret —Justin

end, it was Jasper who

steps, he made

but growing desire welled up

to

to enter the room,

what brings you here at this hour?"

hard, his voice

Alyssa had an

is she?" "Fortunately, she's only aggravated

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