Matthew smiles and stands up as if he were a politician, grinning and waving to the voting public. "That's right! We are very excited about the swearing-in of our friend. Matt was hiding in the slums, hopeless and without a future, until God was merciful and showed him the truth that sets him free!" Jacqueline continued with her enthusiastic and animated praise. Walter smiled at his younger sister. He approached her and whispered, "Let the folks have their fun, sis." "Oh, yes, I didn't want to drag this out. Let's toast and cheer for Matthew Sterling! May his future be promising!" "Here, here!" Everyone holding drinks raised their glasses high, toasting to Matthew’s future. The DJ continued playing music. Patricia approached Ronaldo again. "Fun party, huh?" "Yes, dear. Jacqueline went all out to please my cousin." Ronaldo smiled kindly, "Do you think it will be enough?" "For...?" "For your revenge." Ronaldo wrapped his arm around Patricia. Patricia wasn’t willing to see it t

Elaine and Nathan meet at the Gibraltar Club. They are literally the first customers there.A few waiters are still cleaning the tables."Good morning. Please, have a seat!" One of them directed the couple to a table that was already clean.Elaine sat down with a somber expression while Nathan couldn’t stop smiling."Two shots of brandy, double for my friend," Nathan ordered.The waiter stepped away."I don’t know why you’re so cheerful," Elaine grumbled."Are you regretting accepting my invitation?" Nathan leaned forward."No. I just don’t quite understand why," Elaine sighed."You accepted my invitation to talk and vent," Nathan answered for her. "Tell me, Elaine: why weren’t there any photos of you with Matt at Jacqueline Andrade’s party?""I wasn’t invited, damn it!" Elaine literally spat the words."Calm down! I’m here to help," Nathan grinned."Can you contact the Bento family to get rid of Jacqueline Andrade?" Elaine asked sourly."No, but I can try something. Is she also inter

Matthew is now at headquarters, working diligently on the computer. Little by little, he discovers more and more branches of his conglomerate. For example...“Hey, Evan, it says here that we have our own printing press to print the Urbano magazine and the books we publish through Golden Letters,” Matthew says, like a child discovering a new toy.Evan smiles in agreement. “Your grandfather thought of everything.”The door opens, and Elaine rushes in, anxious and breathing heavily. It looks like she’s been running.“Darling?” Matthew doesn’t react with the concern Elaine was expecting. “What happened? Did a creep try to assault you?”“No one dares lay a finger on Matthew Sterling’s fiancée.” Elaine closes the door, disappointed. “Evan, I need to speak privately with my fiancé.”Elaine expected Evan to leave immediately.However, Evan first looked at Matthew, seeking his approval.Matthew nodded, and only then did Evan leave.Elaine was even more outraged. “WHAT? Why didn’t the secretary

Meanwhile, in the apartment upstairs, the unconventional couple Sheila and Jonah is sprawled on the floor, tangled among the mattress, pillows, sheets, and blankets. The marital activity was so beastly and inhuman that the bed couldn't hold up and broke. But this didn't discourage Jonah, who continued to assert his authority and virility over Sheila without hesitation. Now, Sheila couldn't move a millimeter without feeling extreme and excruciating pain. It felt like she had been ground in a coffee grinder or run over by a tractor! Being on the floor reminded her of the agreement with the neighbor downstairs. With a hoarse voice from all the yelling and crying, she tried to speak, "We broke... the promise..." "Huh?" Jonah's interjection came out strong and normal, as if he hadn't expended an ounce of energy during the tumultuous activity that lasted all night. "The promise... Mr. Vieira..." Sheila turned her head to the side and tried to sleep. She was utterly exhausted! Jonah,

Brennon visited Jonah’s penthouse. The writer had to take another break from his relentless marathon when he heard the doorbell. Poor Sheila couldn’t even tell if she was still awake... Unable to find something to wear, Jonah grabbed one of his books from the dresser and went to the door, placing it between his legs. Opening the door, Brennon was startled. He hadn’t had this privilege yet, even though he was dating. “Mr. Lopes, it seems I interrupted you. I’ll come back another day...” It was the tone of Brennon’s voice that made Jonah insist. “Wait, you sound like you know why I missed the meeting.” Brennon, who had taken two steps back, returned and faced the writer. “Yes, and I apologize for that.” “What?” Jonah was astonished, his eyes widening. “Er...” Brennon scratched the back of his neck, embarrassed. “You don’t know? Your neighbor, Mr. Lawrence Vieira, lives downstairs. He complained that he could hear... your intimacy. But he let it slip when Matt was coming in!” Jo