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?"

hasn't been around in a while. But that's not unusual. Volunteers aren't compensated for their work, so they can leave whenever they

someone like Ms. Altman volunteer as long as she did. Most people

named Clara Whitaker who visited the orphanage today.

Whitaker? I don't. I haven't even heard of that name. Maybe it was her first time

she

been a frequent presence, had stopped coming for no apparent reason. And then, Jasper had approached Clara, asking if they'd met before. Despite being unfamiliar with her, he seemed

realization struck Sheryl, and

glided into the underground parking lot

exited the car and hurried toward

footsteps was all that could be heard, mirroring the heavy beating

saved only by Justin's

brother had clung tightly to the woman

her

brothers confronted each other in a tense,

white light, Jasper stood out like a striking sculpture. Justin, however, was shrouded in shadow, his sickly pallor the

end, it was Jasper who relented first. With firm, deliberate steps,

desire welled up inside Jasper. He wanted to

was about to enter the room, Justin smiled and opened his arms, halting his

here at this hour?" Justin asked with a smile

swallowed hard, his voice hoarse. "Ms. Alyssa had an accident today. How

aggravated the old injury on her

low voice, Jasper said, "I'll go see

eyes, Justin said, "Lyse has gone to

Lyse...

with such intimacy. Now, hearing another man say it, his vision suddenly blurred,