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

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

But that's not unusual.

compensated for their work, so they can leave whenever

them to

to have someone like Ms.

up much earlier, given how exhausting it is."

was a woman named Clara Whitaker

know who she is?" "Clara Whitaker?

even heard of that

time here." Sheryl fell into

pondered, the

visit was new, yet Amber, who had been a frequent presence, had stopped coming for no apparent

had approached Clara, asking

with her, he seemed

Sheryl,

glided into the underground parking lot of

car and hurried toward room

the late night, the echo of his hurried footsteps was

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

tightly to the woman he

moment, he felt like his heart was being crushed mercilessly by an

ward suddenly swung open as he arrived,

in his tracks, holding his

Beckett brothers confronted

white light, Jasper stood out like

his sickly

a sinister secret —Justin was

end, it was Jasper who

he made his way toward

desire welled

wanted to see

room, Justin smiled and opened his arms,

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

hard,

had an

aggravated the old injury on

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