The Mountain family celebrated the fireworks in the living room of the Mountain Penthouse, where they could observe the famous balcony through the access door. Tony watched closely from the balcony, filming the spectacle for posterity, as he said. Daryl poured champagne for everyone. Diane grabbed her glass, and they both clinked, smiling, confident that everything would turn out well. Kelvin and Karen were on the sofa, taking care of Anthony, who, surprisingly, was not bothered by the fireworks. The baby, about to turn one, looked around with bright eyes as if he were aware of everything happening. “It’s his first New Year’s Eve, dear.” Kelvin kissed Karen’s cheek. Daryl raised his glass to the ceiling. “Guys, it’s time to share something that will excite everyone! Hey, Tony, come here for a moment!” Tony returned to the living room. “I managed to capture a good angle of the show.” Felipe came in from the kitchen holding a platter of fried snacks. “Here’s more cheese balls and

In Vaztrans, Olivia’s body simply cannot accept that Luís will never return from Spain and starts to convulse with spasms throughout her body. Erasmo and Sofia hold her down, thinking she is possessed. “For the love of Christ, SOMEONE CALL A PRIEST!” “NO!” Olivia screams, “Don’t exaggerate... I’m... fine...” Sofia shoots back, “Mom, you are absolutely NOT fine!” Olivia takes a deep breath. The tremors begin to fade. “I need a glass of water. Why did you say that, dear?” “If the Mountain family gets wind of any indiscretion from Luís, they will use it to massacre us,” Erasmo answers coldly. Sofia pours a glass of water for her mother. “They haven’t done anything yet.” “But that doesn’t mean they won’t!” Erasmo exclaims. Alan enters the room at that moment. “What’s going on? Is Olivia unwell?” “We’re taking her to Dr. Hogan for a battery of tests, dear.” Olivia flinches at the mention of the doctor who also slept with her. “Really, what’s happening?” “Nothing, son-in-law.” O

Vasconcelos Fabrics, headquarters. J.J. was at his desk, working feverishly, taking care of matters related to Fazenda Bezerra. Reynaldo appeared and gently tapped on the glass, smiling amicably. “Come in...” Reynaldo entered. “Good morning, my dear J.J.! How have you been?” “I’m doing well, thank God.” J.J. stopped typing and stood up. “You don’t need to get up.” Reynaldo gestured. “I do, after all, you are my boss.” J.J. extended his hand, and Reynaldo shook it. “I would really like us to have a friendly relationship. By the way, if you could join me for lunch today to discuss business...” “That sounds wonderful, I’m in.” J.J. rubbed his hands together. “This will even help me with another matter.” “Regarding the farm?” Reynaldo raised his eyebrows. “Yes, I need to have a chat with the folks from Lafayette Supermarket. If they are around...” J.J. glanced at his computer monitor. Reynaldo hesitated to ask. “Huh... J.J., have you ever thought about having someone represent

General Hospital, afternoon.Thierry is pacing in circles in the maternity waiting room. Beto, Teresa, Pedro, and Daniela are with him, anxiously waiting as well.“Why is it taking so long?” Thierry looks down the hallway where Rosemary disappeared, being pushed in a wheelchair.“Calm down, Thierry.” Pedro holds him back. “These things usually take a while.”Beto smiles. “I can attest to that, my young friend. I’ve had to wait like this once or twice.”Teresa corrects Beto. “Three times, right?”Beto smiles awkwardly, forgetting that Rosemary is also ‘his’ daughter.Matthew appeared, smiling. “Guys, the news has spread all over the hospital. Josias Rocha’s protégés are always gossip-worthy. Congratulations, Mr. Lafayette.”“Thank you.” Thierry smiled.“Does the baby have a name yet?” Matthew asked.“We decided on Jean Luc,” Thierry replied proudly of his heritage.“Nice name.” Teresa nodded. “May he grow up beautiful and healthy like his father.”Rodrigo and Nadia arrived next.“Hey!”

The website ‘Noon Mysteries’ has been launched on the Internet. Since it was something confidential, William decided to take some precautions so that people wouldn’t find out where this blog came from. For example, he made sure to visit João Paulo to notify him.“Hello, Mr. Campos!” Sandra greeted William as she opened the door.“Hello, Sandra. Wow, you’re growing up, huh?” William ruffled Sandra’s hair.When he first plotted anonymously on the Internet, Sandra had just been born...“Do you want to talk to my mom or dad?” Sandra turned to look behind her.João Paulo was coming down the stairs still shirtless and in dress pants, somewhat hurried to have breakfast.“I’ll talk to your dad,” William winked.“Will, what do you want?” João Paulo approached, “Sandra, my daughter, you need to get ready for school.”“Okay. Excuse me.” Sandra curtsied like a polite young lady and stepped away.William chuckled. “Sandra is such a sweetheart and well-mannered. You and Helen should be proud.”“Yes