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

volunteer here now?" "She

But that's not unusual.

so they can leave whenever

them

someone like Ms. Altman volunteer as long as she

much earlier, given how exhausting

a woman named Clara

know who she is?" "Clara Whitaker?

heard of

her first time here."

more she pondered, the more things didn't

a frequent presence, had stopped coming for no apparent

Clara, asking if

her, he seemed

realization struck Sheryl,

sports car glided into the underground parking lot

quickly exited the car and hurried

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

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

clung tightly

his heart was being crushed mercilessly by an invisible and inexplicable

swung open as he arrived, and Justin emerged in

stopped in his tracks, holding

brothers confronted each other in a tense, wordless

Jasper stood out

shrouded in shadow, his sickly pallor the

beneath his sickly exterior lurked a sinister secret

was Jasper who

firm, deliberate steps, he made his way toward

desire welled

wanted to see

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

hour?"

hard,

Alyssa had an

only aggravated the old injury on her

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