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?"

she still volunteer here now?" "She

But that's not unusual.

aren't compensated for their work, so they can leave

force them to help out

someone like Ms. Altman volunteer as long

given up much earlier, given how exhausting it is." Sheryl knitted her

named Clara

who she

haven't even heard

was her first time here." Sheryl fell

the more things didn't add

visit was new, yet Amber, who had been a frequent presence, had stopped coming for

then, Jasper had approached Clara, asking if they'd

unfamiliar with her, he seemed to sense

struck Sheryl,

glided into the underground

the car and

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

of Alyssa's near accident, saved only by Justin's quick intervention,

older brother had clung tightly to the woman he

moment, he felt like his heart was

as he

stopped in his

and empty corridor, the Beckett brothers confronted each other

light, Jasper stood out

in shadow, his sickly pallor the only

his sickly exterior lurked a sinister secret —Justin was a

it was Jasper who relented

firm, deliberate steps, he made his

desire

wanted to

enter the room, Justin smiled and opened

at this hour?" Justin asked with a smile on

hard, his voice

had

aggravated the

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