In the dining room of the Andrade Mansion, Jaqueline and Emmanuelle were carefully inspecting the entire setup.The maids had arranged the chairs, cleaned them, replaced the tablecloth, and were now placing the special silverware and dishes reserved for such occasions.Emmanuelle picked up a spoon and admired its shine, smiling with satisfaction.“It’s like I’m looking in a mirror,” she said.“That’s the idea, Mom,” Jaqueline replied with a grin.“Congratulations, girls, everything looks perfect. How about the food?” Emmanuelle asked.“Everything is ready, madam,” one of the maids assured her.Emmanuelle beamed with pride. “Well then, this dinner is going to be a success!”Jaqueline, feeling the excitement, reached for her cell phone. “Wait a second, everyone, I want to capture this moment!”She positioned herself in a corner to take a photo, but her screen lit up with notifications from social media.‘Hmm, I’ll check those messages later,’ she thought. She snapped the picture and gav

At the Happy Snack Bar, Jackson and Patricia are both taken aback as they see Nathan dressed casually, preparing to take on the role of manager – a position that once belonged to Jackson.“What’s going on here?” Jackson asks, confusion clear in his voice.Patricia glances at her brother and responds, “Looks like Nathan is going to work at the snack bar, bro.”Jackson shakes his head in disbelief. “This can’t be true!”As they stand there, Clayton, the owner, turns to leave but bumps into the Borges siblings.“Jackson! Patty! Long time no see,” Clayton says with a friendly smile.“Likewise, Mr. Saldanha,” Patricia responds.Clayton chuckles, “Still calling me that? Just call me Clayton, or Clay.”Patricia nods and gestures toward the counter, “Is Nathan going to manage now?”Clayton smiles knowingly. “Yeah, the guy replacing your brother couldn’t keep up. I stepped in for a while, but you know how it is.”Jackson sighs, understanding. “Yeah, you’d rather take care of your kiosk during

The next morning, in the Silva Penthouse kitchen, Fernando, Liz, and Ronaldo sat around the breakfast table in uncomfortable silence.Fernando and Ronaldo exchanged awkward glances, their tension palpable. Liz, sipping her coffee with milk, noticed the strange atmosphere between them.“When are you two going to tell me what’s going on?” she asked, cutting through the silence.Fernando, clearly caught off guard, blurted out, “Nothing is wrong, honey.”Liz raised an eyebrow. “Of course, there is. You’re both acting like enemies. Did something happen that I should be suspicious of?”Suddenly, Fernando choked on a piece of bread, coughing uncontrollably.Ronaldo quickly jumped to his father’s side, patting his back hard to help him recover.“There, are you okay now?” Ronaldo asked with concern.Fernando, relieved, nodded. “Ah... yes, thank you, son.”“Anytime.”Liz, watching the interaction unfold, couldn’t help but add with a touch of irony, “Oh, great, we’re back to civility.”Ronaldo t

Bella sat in an old office chair, likely from Silva Oil Company, casually scrolling through her phone. The room was quiet until Linda quietly entered, closing the door behind her, catching her younger sister’s attention.“So, are you going to explain that scene at breakfast?” Linda asked.With a smirk, Bella replied, “What’s the saying? ‘Those who have nothing to hide, fear nothing’?”“Exactly,” Linda shot back. “But it seems like you’re the one hiding something, trying to turn the attention onto me.”Bella put her phone down on the side table and stood, now facing her sister. “I can’t believe this. Are you really going to act innocent and play the saint?”“What are you talking about?” Linda asked, genuinely puzzled.Bella’s eyes flashed with accusation. “I caught you — with proof — in Walter Andrade’s car all night, but Mom slapped me instead. Now, this is your chance to prove you’re an honest daughter by telling the truth about where you were.”Without missing a beat, Linda lied, “Y

Gustavo walked leisurely through the bustling Blue Cove Beach, surrounded by sunbathers and tourists enjoying the bright day.With now his almost bald head, short hair, and attire of sunglasses, black knee-length shorts, and leather sandals, he carried his famous backpack slung casually over his shoulder.His presence was hard to miss — women admired him, and men couldn’t help but feel a tinge of envy. But Gustavo, seemingly indifferent to everyone’s opinions, paid no attention to the stares.At one point, he stopped to gaze out at the sea. The waves were magnificent, exciting swimmers and surfers alike, while lifeguards stood ready, knowing those very waves could easily cause trouble.As he looked on, a beachgoer approached — stylish as well, wearing sunglasses and swim trunks, carrying a shopping bag.They exchanged a brief look of recognition and a slight smile, but no words were spoken. It was as if they understood each other telepathically.When the crowd’s eyes drifted elsewhere