HAILEY’S APARTMENT. Douxed up in a bath suit and her hair tied up in a petty twooel, Hailey took her cellphone, which has been ringing for hours, from her purse. "He’s still sleeping?" She patted Jordan on his legs. She turned on her phone, and it was bombarded with messages about Ramirez’s unbelievably steep rise to the top. They boosted the market and now have the top share. "That spoilt brat didn't tell me anything; how on earth can a meeting in one night do this?" Hailey uttered a thought out loud, not ignoring the fact that she was outright surprised. "Who’ll believe I was there when this happened?" Hailey groaned. "I feel like it has something to do with Bradon; I need to get out on time." She left the bathroom and rubbed some cream on her body. "Arrhh," Jordan Vera-Dona yaened. Getting out of the sofa where he slept last night"That’s too much of a yawn for a man who used to be a cop," she blurted, playfully massaging her legs seductively. Jordan Vera-Dona knelt before

"Thank God he’s gone," Esmeralda breathed. Reversing the car back to the route she was going to take before he offered to drive her there. "Wait for me, Vanessa," she muttered, selecting a cool song on her playlist. She noticed a car following her in the mirror, and she stopped suddenly. He car zoomed off without waiting before she resumed her. "Brandon, you’ll never change!" she snarled. She pulled over at a restaurant in an enclosed and serene area. "Vanessa Silverrio," she mentioned to the waitress at the restaurant so she could get the table they reserved. Vanessa had told her she was waiting for her there, but she was nowhere in view. "Come with me, ma’am. He asked me to bring you here; you must be Esmeralda." The waitress asked courteously, confusing Esmeralda. "Wait—which man? I am here for a woman and not a man; what’s going on here?" Esmeralda alarmed. Hugging her bag more closely to her thighs. "The man said you would come to ask for Lady; she sent him—he’s over

ARTURO."The last time I came here, hmmm—" he streched his head out of the car, breathing in the air in front of the glass house before driving in. "It smells like chaos in there; no more regulars," he muzzled as he got down. "Sorry, sir, you can’t go in; our boss has assigned visitors." The men at the gate stopped him. "I hate these guys so much—hmm, go tell him I am here." His face coiled as he mustered his courage to subdue his embarrassment. "Wait here, sir," they ordered him as they sent a message. Arturo felt really disappointed that they treated him that way. Don Soriano had never accepted, but it never got this far. The humiliation was one thing he promised never to accept again from anyone, no matter what."You can go in, boo—he said they are on the terrace." The man returned, ushering him up to the terrace. "And why are you following me?" he asked warily. " Just work with me, sir," the man responded. " FU**!" Arturo smirked, shaking his head. He got to the terrace, w

AT THE MANSION. "I’ll not get anything from them." Brandon sighed, leaving the glass house. "I don’t think you were planning on getting any boss; you just wanted to push them." Madrigal responded at the back of the car."When did you return?" Brandon asked him surprisedly to meet him, already waiting for him inside the car. He didn’t know he had returned after following Esmeralda. "Not too long, Torillio was there, and I guess Vanessa too; they’re hiding something," Madrigal responded. Brandon rubbed his palms on his face depressingly. He had too much on his plate as he got to solve one problem, then another resurfaced."I won’t let this let us down; we should go somewhere before going home," Brandon replied, driving by himself instead of Madrigal. Herveaux’s sudden suicide was immersed in his thoughts. "The bruises and olvido had a point; uncle Herveaux does calligraphy, and I believe his suicide note would be written, pen to paper," he thought out loud. "But who do you think

Andallio met with the investigators, who were done investigating Herveaux’s murder. " So how did your investigation end?" he asked possessively. The higher-ranking officers with a smile were willing to surrender their tips and evidence, except for one young cop who refused to. "Which one of you brought this nincompoop here?" Andallio roared, tugging his hands on the young man’s neck. "Don’t mind him, sir; no matter what he says, I have ruled the case a suicide." The officer in no uniform stepped up. He looked older and had gray hair; he was most likely the one who led the team for their investigation."This is wrong, and it’s against the law!" The young officer reacted angrily. "He's quite an interesting man, so what happens when someone goes against the law?" Andallio asked mockingly. "Justice eventually catches up with them!" The young officers threatened. Andallio examined him disgustedly from the top of his head to his toe. "You’re the officer from yesterday, right? Yeah, you