Meanwhile, Mark was talking to Gene in HR. He took advantage of the fact that other employees in the department were on their snack break. "Lord Ferro, now that we're alone, are you really going to accept the mission Lady Ferro assigned you?" Mark smiled, nodding. "Yes, I'll take care of her Glamour project, and I'll use it to get closer to the LCN Group and Susana Linz." "Therefore, your mission to bring professional success to your beloved wife will continue, becoming easier," Gene concluded with chuckles. Life's twists and turns... Unexpected and intriguing! "Yes, and add to that the downfall of the Vasconcelos family," Mark commented with a smile, although his tone was dark. "They still don't know what awaits them." "Do you think they will try a 'reconciliation' now that they've seen you can achieve the impossible?" Gene asked with interest. "Certainly. Earlier today, I went with Briana to pick up our things from her parents' apartment, and they informed us that the tyrant

Celia walks through the corridors, dazed, as if she is anesthetized or having an absence seizure.Adrian approaches her. It was getting dark, and many employees showed up to clock out and go home."Sweetheart, what happened?" Adrian, always sharp, embraces Celia in front of the other employees.The employees smile, thinking this couple always acted sweet and affectionate at all times.Celia, however, does not return the embrace, continuing to act catatonic."Celia, you're worrying me!""Let's go," Celia finally asks."Okay, let's go home. Today I want pepperoni pizza." Adrian licks his lips, acting as if he hadn't eaten pizza in ten years.As they passed through the exit turnstile, Celia couldn't help but make more comparisons.From what she saw of Mark in that simple business suit, he still maintained a fit body and a toned stomach.But Adrian, always the chubby one with a terrible appearance, made a point of announcing that he wanted pepperoni pizza for dinner... even though he had

The next day, Mark woke up and stretched with a broad smile, pleased to have enjoyed another night with his beloved wife.Briana, however, was so tired and satisfied that not even a band playing the National Anthem next to her would wake her up.Thinking of this, Mark picked up his cellphone from his bedside table and sent a message to Susana postponing their meeting.There was no way Briana would meet with Susana at 9:00 AM.Satisfied, Mark went out to the balcony to admire the view that stretched before him.Who would have thought things would turn out this way?During his youth, Mark knew nothing but the chaotic backdrop of war. This was a reality he had grown accustomed to.His victories and promotions that led him to the highest echelons of the Aurelia Military Forces gave him satisfaction and purpose in life.However, it was time for him to seek new horizons.Living his year off as an ordinary citizen, giving up all the luxury and fame he had earned through battles, provided him

"Grandma Althea, I'm very busy. As you know, I won that selection the LCN Group launched weeks ago. Today I'm meeting with the Vice President." Briana stood up from the table."Yes, my granddaughter, and I intended to congratulate you." Althea smiled in satisfaction.Briana felt that the enthusiasm was not genuine and boldly retorted, "You couldn't call me earlier because the isolated island where I moaned and cried in pleasure didn't have adequate cellphone signal.""BRIANA!" Althea felt like she was going to have a heart attack.Why was Briana being so rude?If Briana had married one of the young masters she had in mind, her granddaughter would still be sweet and obedient.It's clear that Mark Ferro has no control over the wife he doesn't deserve!Briana pretended not to understand the reason for her tyrant grandmother's exasperation. "What's the matter, Grandma? Didn't you have a pleasurable honeymoon with my late grandfather? After all, my dad and uncle Gilson weren't born through

James and Katrina parked next to a ten-year-old Chevrolet, obviously in need of repairs or headed for the junkyard. "Jeez, whose car is that? Or do I really need to ask?” James teased as they got out. "Definitely Mark's car," Katrina smirked. "Looks like my cousin has some sense not to throw money away on him." James laughed heartily. There's still hope for him to make a move... If Briana isn't completely enchanted by Mark's toned body, he might finally win her over! The almost obsessive thought of having Briana in his arms was so strong that he had to disguise an erection in his pants as he passed through the entrance turnstile. Katrina identified herself to the receptionists, "If you read the newspapers, I'm Katrina Vasconcelos Ross and that's my husband." "Do you have an appointment?" "What kind of question is that? Do I need to show my ID? What a plebeian thing!" The receptionist huffed and let the turnstile spin. If these two cause problems, it won't be her fault. It's