At Jorge Nunes’ podcast studio, the mood was a sharp contrast to Germano’s peril. Bella entered the building, her smile radiant as she greeted everyone she passed. She walked confidently to a door leading to Jorge’s office and poked her head in.“Can I come in, boss?” she asked cheerfully.Jorge, rummaging through a drawer, turned his head to smile at her. “Sure, come on in.”Bella stepped inside, only to be greeted by a chaotic mess. Cabinets were left open, files were scattered across the corners, and the desk was stained. In the corner sat forgotten pizza boxes and Chinese food containers.“Uh... do you want me to call the cleaner?” Bella asked, her gaze sweeping the disarray.Jorge closed the drawer with a satisfied grunt, holding the document he’d been searching for — but leaving the rest of the files in disarray. Turning to Bella, he smiled.“You don’t miss a detail. So, how was it?”Bella ignored the mess and focused on him. “It was wonderful, Jorge! Thank you so much for the t

In Jackson’s hospital room, Jackson leaned back against the elevated headboard of his bed, Hélio and Vanda standing at his side. Their faces were frozen in shock and disapproval after Jackson’s request.“Son,” Hélio said, his voice firm and unyielding, “that’s completely out of the question!”Jackson frowned. “But why?”“You’re still asking?” Vanda interjected, full of disbelief. “Elaine ran you over. If you hadn’t been there, it would’ve been Cindy who got hit. And since she’s not as strong as you, maybe she would have suffered more... maybe even died.”Jackson shook his head, his expression resolute. “I just want to understand why. Mom... it seemed like Elaine was somehow seeing me as a man again.”Hélio crossed his arms, his voice low but firm. “It’s too late for that. She had her chance, but she chose Matt.”“And now she’s extremely jealous,” Jackson said, his tone growing more insistent. “Don’t you understand? I NEED to talk to Elaine Prates.”At the mention of Elaine’s maiden na

Inside the bustling lobby of Golden Letters, Cindy’s usual confidence faltered. Kirk, looking polished in his uniform, blocked her path. Normally, she might have felt flattered by his firm touch, but her mind was on Jackson, and the gesture only fueled her disgust. Nayla, seated behind the reception desk, smirked maliciously. “Oh, I forgot to tell you that we’re tightening security, Miss Cardoso,” Nayla said with false sweetness. “That’s unacceptable!” Cindy shot back, her voice sharp. “I’m not here to hurt anyone.” “Well, according to you,” Nayla replied, her smirk widening, “it’s Mrs. Sterling who wanted to hurt you. So there’s no reason for you to stick around. I don’t think Mr. Sterling would appreciate another scene.” Cindy’s jaw tightened. “I’m not counting on Matthew for anything anymore! I have another guy to defend me.” Kirk stepped forward, his tone calm but firm. “Miss Cardoso, please. I’ll have to call my superiors if you don’t leave.” Outraged, Cindy’s mouth dropped

At the Andrade Clinic lobby, Cindy stormed in like a gust of wind, heading straight for Vanda and Hélio. Her expression was fiery, but her future in-laws smiled warmly at her determined entrance. “When it comes to defending my son...” Hélio began, his tone amused. “Absolutely, Seu Hélio!” Cindy interrupted fiercely. “I’ll never let anything bad happen to him if it’s within my power.” “Like now?” Vanda asked, watching Cindy’s exasperation grow. Cindy threw her hands up in frustration. “Why the hell does my Jackson want to talk to the woman who ran him over?” Hélio leaned back, his expression calm. “He feels that he needs to talk to her, Cindy.” Cindy placed a hand on her chin, pondering. “They had a fling in the past,” she muttered. “I sensed she still has about 5% of feelings for him—especially after I slapped her.” Hélio smirked. “Good thing I cleared out the rhododendron bed.” “What do you think we should do, Cindy?” Vanda asked, her voice full of concern. Suddenly, Cindy’s

At Silva Oil Company, Ronaldo and Patricia stood close together by the windows gazing down at the bustling docks below. Workers moved in practiced rhythm, transporting oil barrels from the ships to the refinery.Patricia sighed in quiet admiration. “I never get tired of watching this scene, my dear...”Ronaldo turned to her with a flirtatious smile. “Sometimes, it can be mesmerizing.”He placed a gentle kiss on her cheek before stepping away toward his desk.Patricia watched him, and then remembered something from earlier. “My love, why were you upset when you saw me with your dad?”Ronaldo wobbled as he sat down, nearly toppling off his chair in a comical fashion. Patricia arched an eyebrow. Something was definitely wrong.Straightening himself, Ronaldo took out a handkerchief and wiped imaginary sweat from his brow. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, my dear.”Patricia studied him, unimpressed. “Are you losing your memory? Becoming forgetful like your mother?”Ronaldo made a f