In the lobby of Andrade Mansion, Walter was heading to the clinic. Zachary and Jacqueline were behind him. “You two will be fine, right?” Walter turned to them. “You’d better not show up at the clinic for a few days.” Jacqueline was worried. “Bro, if Linda is in danger, you might be in danger too. Don’t go!” Jacqueline extended her hand, desperation evident in her eyes. Walter smiled sympathetically and took her hand. “I have to go, sis. I’m taking care of the clinics, especially now that our father is absent.” “I don’t even know why he had to go to the police,” Jacqueline sighed, concerned. Zachary replied, “As the owner of the clinic, he feels somewhat responsible, dear.” “Of course.” Walter nodded. “Two crazies come in with guns, wanting to kill one of our patients— what madness.” Jacqueline swallowed hard, daring to ask, “Bro... do you think the Alvares family might somehow be involved in this mess?” Walter looked at Jacqueline in disbelief. Jacqueline continued asking,

Silva Oil Company, docks, morning. Gustavo and Ernesto react awkwardly when Patricia informs them that the police are present. Some dockworkers who witnessed Ernesto stumbling on the forklift laughed heartily. “What’s up, Ernie? Are you scared of the police?” “Get lost!” Ernesto exclaimed, feeling intimidated by the presence of the Diva of Silva Oil Company. Patricia smiled gently. “I’m sorry, Mr. Alvares. I didn’t mean to scare anyone. But it’s quite likely that the police will want to speak with you.” Gustavo asked anxiously, “Do you think Kirk has woken up? His family has been through too much.” “I still don’t know, but it’s likely that the police will ask questions about his drug use.” Patricia sighed. “What a shame, folks. We who come from the favela can’t perpetuate the stereotype of involvement in drug dealing. My family and I have never been involved in anything wrong, and I believe all of you are innocent citizens as well.” “Thank you, Miss Borges!” The dockworkers ch

As the Diva of Silva Oil Company, Gustavo promptly obeyed Patricia and headed to Ronaldo’s office. Ronaldo was standing, flipping through a binder. Upon noticing the presence of Gustavo and Patricia, he looked up. “Oh, here we are, Gustavo. Thank you for coming to speak with me.” Gustavo’s sharp gaze discerned that Ronaldo was looking at his file. “What are you doing with that?” Gustavo asked, his tone expressing caution and distrust. “What’s wrong? Can’t the boss look at his employees’ credentials?” Ronaldo raised an eyebrow mockingly. Patricia wasn’t naive and felt the storm brewing. “Ron, why did you call Gustavo?” “I called him to ask him to tell me everything he knows before he lies to Sergeant Carvalho.” “I don’t want to lie!” Gustavo shouted. “Gustavo Alvares, as you can see, I requested documentation from everyone who lives in Lion’s Den,” Ronaldo gestured to the desk full of files. “But it’s my file you’re flipping through,” Gustavo thought of an idea. “Mr. Silva,

Fernando and Ernesto remained in Ronaldo’s office. The employee files — only those of employees living in Lion’s Den — made Ernesto uneasy. “Mr. Silva, I understand that we’re all under suspicion—” “Not exactly, Ernesto!” Fernando tried to mask the bad atmosphere. “No, don’t try to smooth things over or sugarcoat it.” Ernesto gestured firmly. “We’re men; let’s speak frankly. Your son is suspicious of us.” “The police are going to interrogate everyone, that’s for sure.” Fernando pointed at the files, “But I DID NOT ask my son to do this. He did it on his own.” “And why do you think he called my son?” Ernesto smiled slyly. “Jealous of my boy and Miss Borges?” Fernando jumped slightly. Knowing his son’s disturbed mind... “Ernesto, I genuinely hope you overlook this offense. Yes, my son is a decent and fair guy; but when it comes to Patty... when they broke up the first time, Ron went days without eating properly, let his beard grow, and didn’t bathe. Everything returned to normal

At the Siren Restaurant, Patricia and Ronaldo finished their lunch – shrimp risotto, as if they wanted to replicate the pleasant moments of Matthew and Elaine. “My dear, before I ask the waiter for the bill, how about we talk about something important?” Ronaldo suggested in a caring tone. Patricia smiled sweetly. This is the Ronaldo she fell in love with. “Yes, darling, let’s talk.” “I apologize if I got worked up with Gustavo Alvares.” Ronaldo sighed. “Will you swear to me he never tried to hit on you with those overused pickup lines?” Patricia giggled. “Hi, hi... no, dear, Gustavo is innocent. I mean, he never HIT on ME, but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t tried with other women. Ripped and built as he is, I'm sure he's already picked up hundreds of girls behind the chestnut trees on the beach.” “Yeah, he has that look like he’s always pounding innocent girls— or not so innocent,” Ronaldo replied bitterly. “That’s why his file was the first one I read. And honestly, I didn’t even k