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?" Sheryl lowered

now?" "She hasn't

But that's not unusual.

their work, so they

them to

it's rare to have someone like Ms.

people would have given up much earlier, given how exhausting

named Clara Whitaker

who she is?" "Clara Whitaker? I

heard of that

was her first time here." Sheryl fell

more she pondered, the more things didn't

Amber, who had been a frequent

Clara, asking if they'd met

being unfamiliar with her, he seemed to

struck Sheryl, and her

into the underground parking lot of the

exited the car and hurried toward

footsteps was all that could

accident, saved only by Justin's quick intervention,

tightly to the woman he

his heart was being crushed mercilessly by an invisible and

her ward suddenly swung open as he arrived,

stopped in his tracks,

bleak and empty corridor, the Beckett brothers confronted each other

white light, Jasper stood

however, was shrouded in shadow, his sickly pallor the only hint of his

beneath his sickly exterior lurked a sinister secret —Justin was a monster or

it was Jasper who relented

steps, he made his way

but growing desire welled up inside

wanted to see

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

you here at this hour?" Justin

swallowed hard, his voice

had

she's only aggravated the old

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