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

here now?" "She hasn't been

But that's not unusual.

for their work, so they can leave

them to

Ms. Altman volunteer as long

much earlier, given how

named Clara Whitaker

who she

heard of

first time here." Sheryl fell into deep

pondered, the more things

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

Clara,

he seemed

struck Sheryl,

a sports car glided into the

the car and hurried toward room

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

image of Alyssa's near accident, saved only by

had clung tightly to the woman he

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

her ward suddenly swung open as

his tracks, holding

Beckett brothers confronted each other in a

the sterile white light, Jasper stood out like

in shadow, his sickly pallor the only hint of

lurked a sinister secret —Justin was a monster

it was Jasper who

deliberate steps, he made

growing desire welled up

to see

Jasper was about to enter the room, Justin

this hour?"

swallowed hard, his voice

had an

she's only aggravated the old injury on her

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