Gibraltar Club. Patricia and Bryce were discussing something interesting about Karl. Patricia leans forward. “What do you mean, Bryce? Your dad, Mr. Hudson, knows Lawrence?” “Yeah, they were in the office today, chatting like old friends, catching up on gossip.” Bryce jokes, “They were talking about someone who was getting involved with his wife.” Patricia is taken aback. “Wow, someone is messing with Larry's wife? Is she going along with it?” “How would I know? I didn’t get there in time to hear that.” Bryce furrows his brow. “Well, I need to be fair and admit that Larry is charming, even though he’s older than I am. It doesn’t surprise me that he’s married; they usually are. But the wife must be very promiscuous and foolish not to appreciate what a great husband he is.” “I’m hearing a lot of praise coming from you, huh?” Bryce jokes again, sipping more of his Bellini. Patricia bursts out laughing. “Ha, ha, ha... Don’t be ridiculous, Bryce! If Ron hears me, he’ll freak out. An

Vicente and Walter are chatting in Young Mr. Andrade’s office.“How nice for you to have your own office, huh?” Vicente looks around the well-furnished, masculine office.“Pay attention, Mr. Gouveia.” Walter snaps his fingers.“Well then, my son claims that Miss Alvares’s brother showed up in his room outside visiting hours, threatening him. What are we going to do about it, young man? The security of this clinic has been completely lacking, don’t you think?”“I’m awaiting confirmation from the internal monitoring filming team, Mr. Gouveia.” Walter points to the computer, “Though I am inclined to accept your accusation.”Vicente is surprised, thinking he would face resistance and disbelief. “Oh, thank you very much.”“Linda hasn’t denied to me that her brother could act that way,” Walter admits in a professional tone. “He was very upset about the car accident they were in.”“OK, I admit I also didn’t like hearing that my son and Miss Alvares nearly drowned after drunkenly ‘driving’ in

Blue Cove Beach. Bella and Nathan casually meet at the entrance of the beach house. “My God, Nate! I didn’t know you lived here, I swear!” Bella said, laughing. “What’s this, Bella?” Nathan took her hands. “You seem to be justifying yourself. I didn’t think you were following me.” “Are your parents here?” Bella asked cautiously. “No, they’re not.” Nathan grew serious. “Oh, I see.” “Nate, I hope you don’t get into trouble with your parents because of me.” Bella also grew serious, sad, “I don’t want that. Otherwise, it would be better if we never saw each other again.” Bella began to walk away, but Nathan grabbed her arm and pulled her toward him with some certain strength. “If it’s up to me, we’d go to my room right now!” Nathan growled, arousing Bella. “Wow, what a movie heartthrob...” Bella smiled mischievously. “Anyway, if you’re willing to face challenges, I am too.” “Are you willing to face your brother?” Nathan warned her, “Yesterday, he dared to break into my room, orde

Sheila can’t calm down as she walks through the halls of Golden Letters. She finds Vanda exiting Elaine’s office. “Oh, Vanda, do you have a minute?” “Yes, I do. But I’m heading home,” Vanda replied, noticing the concern in her friend’s eyes. “Come on, it’s better if we talk away from here.” The two ladies walk away from the office. Vanda suspects that the conversation will have something to do with Elaine. “Did Elaine tell you anything?” Vanda asked as they descended the stairs. “We had lunch together today,” Sheila comments. “Oh, right. She came back here with Nayla, talking about the recent events,” Vanda informs her. “Nayla was rather unpleasant, and Patty left without saying anything.” “Vanda, do you believe in that truce Elaine asked of you?” Sheila narrowed her eyes. “Well, we both decided that when we saw there were bigger problems than our egos,” Vanda replies practically. “OK. She may not want to confront you, to cause you distress,” Sheila reveals, “But it seems l

Cardoso Family House, Afternoon. Germano sits at his desk, staring at his laptop, thinking... He could still hear, albeit muffled, the ferocious and incessant creaking of Cindy’s bed. Before him was the email from Karl ‘suggesting’ that he invite Jonah or Patricia onto his channel for a live podcast-style interview. The door opens and Zilda enters, smiling. “Hey, dear! Did you finish recording your video?” “Yes, I did. And I was looking for an agency specializing in video editing and finishing for something more professional when I came across this email,” Germano replies seriously. Germano had hoped Zilda would notice the creaking of their daughter’s bed, but she is completely oblivious. As she walks around the desk, Zilda leans in to read. “Lawrence Vieira, PR of Golden Letters... He wants you to give Patty the Bombshell some airtime? Why?” “To clear her name.” Germano rolls his eyes. “There’s no way, these people act blindly for that slum girl.” “Shh!” Zilda points to the