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...

issues with

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

But that's not unusual.

for their work, so they can

can't force them to

rare to have someone like Ms. Altman volunteer

given how exhausting it is." Sheryl

named Clara Whitaker who

you know who she is?" "Clara Whitaker?

haven't even heard of that

it was her first time here." Sheryl fell

pondered, the more things

been a frequent presence, had stopped coming for

Jasper had approached Clara,

being unfamiliar with her, he seemed

Sheryl, and

into the underground parking lot of

exited the car and hurried toward

the late night, the echo of his hurried footsteps was all that

only by

had clung tightly to the woman he

moment, he felt like his heart was

to her ward suddenly swung open as he arrived, and Justin emerged in his

stopped in his tracks, holding

that bleak and empty corridor, the Beckett brothers

the sterile white light, Jasper stood out like

in shadow, his sickly pallor the only

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

the end, it was Jasper who

he made his way

faint but growing desire welled up

to

was about to enter the room, Justin smiled and opened his arms,

this hour?"

hard, his voice

Alyssa had an accident

she's only aggravated the old injury on her

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