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...

any issues with her?" Sheryl

"She

But that's not unusual.

so they

them to help

it's rare to have someone like Ms. Altman volunteer as long

would have given up much earlier, given

was a woman named Clara Whitaker who visited

know who she is?" "Clara

haven't even heard

first time here." Sheryl fell

more she pondered, the more things didn't

been a frequent presence, had stopped coming for no

had approached Clara, asking if they'd met

being unfamiliar with her, he seemed to

Sheryl, and her

glided into the underground

quickly exited the car and hurried toward

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

saved only by

brother had clung tightly to the

like his heart was being crushed mercilessly by an

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

in his tracks, holding his

the Beckett brothers confronted each other in

sterile white light, Jasper stood

in shadow, his sickly pallor the only hint of his

sinister secret —Justin was a monster or

end, it was Jasper

deliberate steps, he made his way

desire welled up

to

room, Justin smiled and

this hour?" Justin asked with a

swallowed hard, his voice

had

she?" "Fortunately, she's only aggravated

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