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 her?" Sheryl lowered her

here now?" "She hasn't

But that's not unusual.

compensated for their work, so they can leave whenever they

them to

someone like Ms. Altman volunteer as long as

earlier, given how exhausting it

a woman named Clara Whitaker who visited

know who she

haven't even heard

first time here." Sheryl

pondered, the more things didn't

had been a frequent presence, had stopped coming for no apparent

Jasper had approached Clara, asking if they'd

unfamiliar with her, he seemed

Sheryl, and her eyes

the underground

quickly exited the car and hurried toward

footsteps

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

tightly to the woman he

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

ward suddenly swung open as he arrived, and Justin

in his tracks,

that bleak and empty corridor, the Beckett brothers confronted

Jasper stood out like

shadow, his sickly pallor the only hint

sickly exterior lurked a sinister secret —Justin was

was Jasper who relented

firm, deliberate steps, he made his way toward

growing desire

to see

enter the room,

hour?" Justin asked with

swallowed hard, his voice

had

only aggravated

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