Matthew visits Andrade Clinic. Walter receives him in his office as Cindy is leaving. “Walt, I need — Cindy? What the hell are you doing here?” “Good morning to you too, Matt!” Cindy greeted him, overly smiling. Annoyed by his ex-girlfriend’s presence, Matthew noticed her limping. “Are you limping?” “Thank Jackson for that.” Cindy smiled slyly. Matthew felt something boil inside him. “Cindy, tell Jackson that life is much more than bestial and rough s*x.” “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that.” Cindy shook her head, giggling sarcastically. “Don’t you have the habit of pound Elaine every night, smashing her without a care?” Matthew cleared his throat unnecessarily. If this conversation continues, he will feel something inside his pants... “Okay, enough of this talk. Did you come here to talk about the incident at Silva Oil Company?” Walter interjected, aiming to lighten the dark mood. “Ahem... Matt, I called her specifically for Cindy to be discreet. Better her than Marilza

At the beach house, the live stream ends with Vicente wrapping up another Strauss classic. “Well, my dear subscribers, thank you once again for your love and dedication. Keep hitting ‘like’ and sharing my videos, don’t be shy! Until the next live broadcast!” Nathan appeared to be more cheerful. “Cool, Dad, excellent!” Vicente waited for the camera to be turned off to continue the previous conversation. “Son, now that we’ve finished the live, let’s go back to our earlier conversation. Are you planning to get back together with Bella Alvares?” Nathan puts the camera on the rack to buy some time, thinking about his response. Turning to his father, he replied, “I think I could at least be friends with her, Dad.” “What changed?” Vicente steps out from behind the piano. “Now she’s working honestly, Dad.” Nathan smiles sweetly. “All of our fears that she was a dirty escort have gone down the drain.” “That doesn’t change the fact that she had a promiscuous and complicated life BEFORE

At Urbano Magazine, Andreia showed up at Cindy’s office. Having recovered from the pain she felt, Cindy was pacing around the office while talking on her cellphone. “Matt, if you want, I can send the article to your email so you can feel at ease, okay?” On the other end, Matthew grunted as he stood by the entrance of the General Hospital. “I’m serious, Cindy. The matter is extremely dangerous and sinister. Do you remember the investigation against Congressman Ramiro Moura? It’s pretty much the situation we find ourselves in.” “Oh God, why do I always get into these messes?” Cindy pretended to be distressed, but she was mocking Matthew, completely indifferent. Matthew felt it. “Okay, don’t come crying and showing up at my mansion asking for police protection later. Elaine won’t be happy to see you there.” “And what does your bitter wife have to do with—” Cindy realized Matthew had hung up on her. “Hello? HELLO?” Andreia closed the door. “Problems?” Cindy huffed as she stuffed he

Matthew returned to the hallway, meeting up with Walter and Charles. “Matt!” Charles shouted, “Why did you do that? You’re not Superman!” “I needed to do something, Mr. Andrade.” Matthew replied, still somewhat dazed. “Don’t worry.” Walter placed a hand on Matthew’s shoulder. “Our security caught those two criminals. The police are on their way.” “Huh? They were caught?” Matthew was surprised. Charles smiled proudly. “I don’t pay for personal security just for them to use toy guns. I hope this serves as a warning for anyone who tries anything here. Andrade Clinic needs to provide security for patients and staff!” Matthew also smiled with satisfaction. “That’s great, Mr. Andrade. I feared those two would find Kirk at General Hospital.” “Kirk?” Walter was surprised. “They came here looking for him?” “They didn’t say a name, but who else could they be looking for?” Matthew pointed in the direction. “They were in the room where Kirk Camargo was resting. They knew which room he was

Walter insisted on giving Linda a ride home. “Walt, for God’s sake... You’re taking too many risks driving through these streets, especially with this drug trafficking business.” “Does your family have anything to do with this?” Walter asked as he turned off the car’s engine. “No, of course not! But...” Linda unbuckled her seatbelt. “They mentioned my dad and Gus...” “So what? Your dad and your brother aren’t known around here?” Walter got out of the car. As Linda thought about it, Walter opened the passenger door, and she stepped out. “Maybe, but those criminals were overly prepared; they even pretended to be employees of Silva Oil Company,” Linda remarked. Linda and Walter walked down an alley and arrived at her house. “Well, this is where I live.” “Can five people fit in there?” Walter asked jokingly. “Believe me, the house is tight, but each of us has our own room.” Linda pointed to the windows that indicated her and Bella’s rooms. Walter understood that the girls’ room