Can’t Win Me Back by Ginger Sue

Chapter 2304

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?" "I 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... are there any issues with her?"

Sheryl lowered her voice. "Does she still volunteer here now?"

a while. But that's not unusual. Volunteers aren't compensated for their work, so

Altman volunteer as long as she did. Most people would have given up much earlier, given how exhausting it

was a woman named Clara Whitaker who visited the orphanage today. Do

I don't. I haven't even heard of that

more she pondered, the more things

And then, Jasper had approached Clara, asking if they'd met before. Despite being unfamiliar with her, he seemed

Sheryl, and her

a sports car glided into the underground parking lot of

exited the car and hurried toward room

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

only by Justin's quick intervention, replayed in his

clung tightly to the woman

an invisible and inexplicable force. The door to her ward suddenly swung open as he arrived, and Justin emerged in his wheelchair. Jasper stopped in his

Beckett brothers

shrouded in shadow, his sickly pallor the only hint

it was Jasper who relented first. With firm, deliberate steps, he made his

welled up inside Jasper.

room, Justin smiled

this hour?" Justin asked with a smile

voice hoarse. "Ms. Alyssa had an accident

old injury on

voice, Jasper said,

a profound look in his eyes, Justin said, "Lyse

Lyse...

the only one to call her by that pet name with such intimacy. Now, hearing another man say it, his