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

"She hasn't

But that's not unusual.

compensated for their work, so

them to help out

Ms. Altman volunteer

earlier, given how exhausting it

a woman named Clara Whitaker who visited the orphanage

know who she is?" "Clara Whitaker?

heard

her first time here."

she pondered, the

yet Amber, who had been a frequent presence, had

Clara, asking if they'd

her, he seemed to sense some

struck Sheryl, and her

car glided into the underground

exited the car and hurried toward

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

saved only

clung tightly to the woman he once

was being crushed mercilessly

open as he

in his tracks, holding

brothers confronted each other in a tense,

white light, Jasper stood out like a striking

however, was shrouded in shadow, his sickly pallor

sinister secret —Justin was

was Jasper who relented

deliberate steps, he made his way toward

growing desire welled up inside

wanted to

the room,

hour?" Justin asked with a

hard, his voice

Alyssa had an accident

aggravated the old injury

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