In the Teodoro Building, Beto prevented Daniela from calling Felipe for obvious reasons. But it didn’t seem that the answer was obvious to Daniela.“Beto... Dad... what happened?”“You’re calling Felipe Mountain, right?” Beto still held the phone, preventing Daniela from dialing. “Don’t do it. You’re still married to my son, and he loves you deeply. We’re rejoicing in the birth of Jean Luc. The Reis family is happy!”“Dad, I don’t want to ruin the happiness of the Reis family,” Daniela swore.“Then put that idiot Felipe Mountain aside,” Beto suggested with a mischievous smile.The phone at the counter rang. Beto answered.“Teodoro building, good morning?”“Hello, may I speak with Daniela Reis?” Felipe’s imperial voice came through the line.“This is Beto. Felipe, from now on, you are prohibited from calling; do you hear me? Would you like someone to call your wife like this?”“I don’t have a wife,” Felipe retorted bitterly.“And that explains the reason! You’ll never have one because

Maggie and Bernardo are having coffee together at Café Montanha. They are uneasy about what’s happening, especially with the ‘Noon Mysteries’ blog publication. “Dear, what do we do?” Bernardo asked in a whisper. “William’s blog is becoming popular, but now, the woman is bedridden in the hospital!” “Some might think we’re cowards for attacking Olivia when she’s at her worst.” Maggie nodded, stalling in drinking her cappuccino. “Therefore, it’s best to ask William to pause the publications for now. If Olivia dies...” Maggie shakes her head in exasperation. “OH, Jeez... if she dies, William will have to take down that blog!” “At least the Vasquez family hasn’t found the blog yet.” Bernardo sighs in relief, leaning back in his chair. “Careful, someone is approaching.” Maggie felt her back tense as someone approached from behind, specifically Erasmo. “Hello, good people! I want to thank you in advance for the kindness that the Maggiezine has shown my dear wife.” Maggie and Bernardo

At Crystal Blue, the lunchtime service was in full swing. Jake welcomed the guests who had reserved tables with mastery and professionalism. The waiters were attentive and sharp. The cooks were giving their all in the kitchen, delivering perfect dishes, passing with flying colors under Diane’s scrutiny. Felipe approached his adoptive mother in the kitchen. “How are things, Mom? Any complaints?” “Are you talking about the salmon? Well, the customers are realizing that we won’t be serving grilled salmon today for safety reasons regarding it. We are responsible, you know.” Diane kissed her son’s cheek. “Your father is very proud of how you handled the matter.” “There’s someone else who is proud of me.” Felipe smiled dreamily. “Suzy Cogo.” “I’ve heard about that girl. Isn’t she the maid from Rocha Hotel who was mistakenly confused with a floozy by João Paulo? He had to pay some compensation, right?” “Yes, which shows that no one messes with the sweet maid.” Felipe broadened his smil

After moments of crying, Alan pulled away from Sofia. Her tears had stained his blue suit. “Dear, what is happening here? Can you speak now?” “I just wanted to hide in a hole and never come out!” Sofia whined, head down. Alan gently lifted Sofia’s chin. Upon seeing the bruises from the slaps, Alan’s expression turned gloomy and dangerous. “Who did this?” “Dear, it’s better if I explain first—” “WHO DID THIS?” Alan’s fierce tone made Sofia tremble a bit. “Helen Queiroz.” Her voice came out in a whisper. Alan instantly left his office. Sofia was left behind, wide-eyed, wondering what Alan would do. Tony and Caio noticed Alan rushing past them like a whirlwind. “Alan, wait!” Caio tried to call him, but Alan had already turned down the hallway. Tony felt indignant and turned back into the office where Sofia was still standing. “Are you happy now, you hysteric? God forbid the title ‘Princess of Lagoon City’ ever falls on you! You are not worthy of that title, only Caroline Ro

At Pizzeria Campos, the flow of customers began to increase as the night progressed. Caio and Brigitte arrived at the place after having dinner with chicken parmesan. The incident they witnessed earlier wouldn’t leave their minds. “There’s my dad, at the playground.” “How nice to have this play area for the kids while the adults wait for their pizza,” Brigitte commented with a smile. “Yes, it’s just not cool when an adult decides to crawl into the lycra tunnel. He always ends up getting stuck in there and can’t get out.” Caio smiled as he remembered countless times he and his father discovered a grown man completely stuck in the lycra tunnel the following day. And indeed, when they approached the playground, William was looking uncertainly at the mentioned tunnel, which was shaking violently. You could tell by the outline of the fabric that it wasn’t a child struggling inside. “Again, dad?” “It’s an 18-year-old who swore he could do it. Okay, let’s let him be. I can’t stay here