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?"

for their work, so they can leave whenever they want. We can't force them to

someone like Ms. Altman volunteer as long as she did. Most people would have given up much earlier, given

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

even heard of that name. Maybe it was her first time

deep thought. The more she pondered, the more things

frequent presence, had stopped coming for no apparent reason. And then, Jasper had approached Clara, asking

realization struck Sheryl, and her

car glided into the underground parking lot of the

exited the car and hurried

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

saved only by Justin's quick intervention, replayed in

had clung tightly to the woman he once

her ward suddenly swung open as he arrived, and Justin emerged in his wheelchair. Jasper stopped in his tracks, holding his

bleak and empty corridor, the Beckett brothers confronted each

was shrouded in shadow, his sickly pallor the only

relented first. With firm, deliberate steps, he made

desire welled up inside Jasper. He wanted to see

room, Justin smiled and opened his arms, halting his

this hour?" Justin asked

hard, his voice hoarse. "Ms. Alyssa

the old injury on her leg. She

voice, Jasper said, "I'll go

profound look in his eyes, Justin said, "Lyse

Lyse...

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