Karl entered his office at Golden Letters to find Vanda and Hélio waiting for him, seated while Augusto served them tea.“Good morning, everyone. Thanks for covering for me, Augusto,” Karl said, settling into his chair.Augusto chuckled playfully. “I wasn’t going to let you freeze.”Hélio and Vanda laughed as Augusto discreetly exited, closing the door behind him.Karl leaned forward. “So, what’s up, beautiful people?”Vanda smiled briefly. “Thanks for the compliment, but what we came to discuss isn’t pretty at all.”Karl sighed. “I can imagine what it is.”Hélio got straight to the point. “Lawrence, when will we have a resolution regarding Elaine’s offense? The video of her knocking over those champagne glasses at my wife’s signing event is still going viral!”Karl cleared his throat unnecessarily. “Ahem... Has Elaine shown up?”“Nayla can’t reach her,” Vanda replied. “She’s been avoiding work, probably because of what we know.”“The hit-and-run involving Jackson...” Karl muttered.“

At Andrade Clinic’s reception, Linda stood frozen in horror. She couldn’t believe that her boyfriend’s sophisticated family planned to set foot in the favela. Stepping out from behind the counter, she marched toward Paulina, her expression showing shock and frustration at the same time.“This is absurd, Mom!” Linda exclaimed.Paulina, resigned, sighed. “There’s no way around it, daughter. The Andrade family is loving and completely free of social prejudices. They insisted on coming to our house, afraid we’d feel uncomfortable if we went to their mansion instead.”Linda shook her head furiously, unable to comprehend the situation. “Who’s uncomfortable with what? What about them? Mrs. Andrade? They’re about to step into a FAVELA, for Christ’s sake! No... Where is he?”Paulina frowned. “Walt?”“He must be in his office.”Without another word, Linda spun on her heels and stormed off.Just then, Paulina’s phone rang. She reached into her purse, her expression softening when she saw the cal

Ronaldo sat in his office at Silva Oil Company, deep in thought when Cindy entered, determined to get answers.“Can I ask you something? This isn’t a formal interview,” she said.Ronaldo chuckled. “Miss Cardoso—”“Cindy,” she corrected.“Cindy... I’m not sure how I could possibly help you.”She leaned forward slightly. “You can tell me if you did anything to convince my father to ask for forgiveness from Jackson and Patricia.”Ronaldo swallowed hard, taking his time before answering. “Why do you think that?”Cindy’s journalistic instincts kicked in. “My mother called me in a panic earlier, saying my father had gone out to buy bread and never came back. She was terrified, thinking he had been kidnapped. I considered Liz and Elaine at first, but then... my father reappeared, full of regret, reconciling with me, Jackson, and even posting that viral apology video.”“I see,” Ronaldo murmured.“And now, they’re going on a cruise to the Bahamas.”Ronaldo smirked evasively. “Probably funded b

Nathan and Vicente continued their walk along Blue Cove Beach, the morning waves crashing softly as they spoke. Nearby, children played, unknowingly collecting pearls they mistook for simple marbles.Nathan’s voice carried a sharp edge. “Dad, do you think Matthew wanted Bella to kill me or harm me somehow, knowing she was my sister?”Vicente inhaled deeply before answering. “Yes, I believe so.”“That’s monstrous...” Nathan muttered. Then he turned to his father with a piercing stare. “Tell me, Dad — Mrs. Alvares and you...”Vicente exhaled and finally broke his slow revelation. “Yes, son. But please, don’t confront Mr. Alvares. He works at Silva Oil Company, one of those tough, uneducated men.”Nathan scoffed. “Oh, Dad...”“Your grandparents know. So do Sheila and Karl.”“Everyone except me,” Nathan said bitterly.Vicente sighed. “How could we have predicted you and Bella would meet? We gave Paulina enough money to leave Brazil when she got pregnant.”Nathan let out a humorless chuckl

At Silva Oil Company’s docks, the brutal fight between Fernando and Ernesto continued. Though Fernando was strong and skilled, he struggled against Ernesto’s rugged, hard-earned strength — the kind forged by years of backbreaking labor.Gustavo, horrified, called for help. “Someone, please get Young Mr. Silva!”“He’s on his lunch break!” one of the workers shouted.Several dockworkers attempted to separate the two men, but the fight was too fierce. Both fathers were defending their sons with unwavering resolve.“Apologize to my son!” Ernesto grunted through clenched teeth.Fernando spat back, “Not unless he keeps his hands off my future daughter-in-law!”“Damn you!” Ernesto roared, swinging another punch.Fernando dodged with the precision of a trained fighter. He retaliated——and his counterpunch landed with staggering force, sending Ernesto stumbling backward. The momentum carried him straight into a towering stack of oil barrels.A loud crash echoed across the docks as Ernesto knoc