The next day, Briana woke up feeling rejuvenated for her next task: selecting servants for the Ferro House. She thought an employment agency would send a highly selected team, but in reality, it was Mark through Linda who had chosen the candidates after an extensive review of their profiles. At the breakfast table, Briana joked, "So, does this mean yesterday was the last day I prepared any meals in this house?" "God willing, yes." Mark romantically smiled at his beloved wife. "Well, if I ever want to and am interested again, I will want to cook something, sweetheart," Briana promised with a tender tone. "Feel free, my love." Mark leaned toward her, kissing her on the cheek. "Anyway, I've got work to do." "Honey, people have been congratulating you on working so diligently. I was right: you are a rare gem that was being wasted in the maintenance sector. How could that obtuse Anthony Curtis not realize that?" Briana asked, intrigued. Mark had a serious look. "Forget about that in

"Darling, keep conducting the interviews," Mark winks at her. "But if you want my opinion, hire my fan. It'll be fun to have him around.""Okay, dear, I'll take your opinion into account. Bye, bye!" Briana ends the video call.When the call ends, the aspiring chef sighed in discreet relief.He had thought he wouldn't be hired due to a mistake of his, displeasing Lord Ferro.Briana, smiling and personable, continued, "Well then, Julian Marques, as you heard, my husband liked you. And you seem to be a pleasant person to have around.""That's what I always strive to be, Madam Ferro." Julian bowed his head in reverence."Would you come with me to the kitchen for a test? I suddenly have a craving for an appetizer." Briana gets up."I've been looking forward to this opportunity!" Julian also stands up, ready to put his culinary skills to the test.Briana leads him to the kitchen.Meanwhile, Mark was using Briana's office to attend to his own matters as Lord Ferro.He called Linda. "Linda, t

Red Light, the unsubtle name of Adrian and Anthony's favorite nightclub, was this time packed with patrons eager to watch the supposed dancers in scanty outfits. However, it was this location that father and son chose to talk. Anthony was stunned, holding a glass of cognac to calm his nerves. "Son... That CCTV recording you emailed me is GOLD!" Adrian smirked maliciously. "Is it really?" Anthony nodded vigorously. "Yes! I finally understood what happened!" "What happened, Dad?" Adrian leaned forward, attentive and sharp. Anthony realized Adrian hadn't touched his drink yet, indicating that his son was 100% sober. Then, a story formed in Anthony's mind. "Uh... Son, what I'm about to share with you will also be golden information. Please, don't tell even your girlfriend. Use it at the exact moment!" "I understand," Adrian nodded. "Briana Vasconcelos showed up at Glamour for a collaborative project between us and the Vasconcelos Company," Anthony began. "I left her alone in my

Briana is now served by the chef Julian Marques. "Wow, what a huge improvement in my life!" Briana claps lightly when she sees pancakes with honey syrup and berries. "Enjoy your meal, Madam Ferro. And your lord?" Julian asks servilely. "Do you mean your idol?" Briana giggles as she picks up her fork and knife. "I'm still surprised by the coincidence. You met Mark in São Paulo, and now you're working for him." Julian smiles faintly, unsure of what to say. "I'll have milk in my coffee," Briana requests. "Oh, I'll go get it," Julian says as he hurries away. When he enters the kitchen, Mark is there waiting for him. "Lord Ferro!" "Shh..." Mark suddenly smiles gently. "How have you been, my young man?" Julian lowers his voice. "Very well, Lord Ferro! It's a great pleasure to serve you! My family sends hugs and congratulations on your second marriage." "I imagine you were expecting me to return to Sunset Village with my first wife, Celia," Mark explains. "But unfortunately, Celia

Adrian was outraged to hear his girlfriend expressing feelings for her ex-husband. Celia and Mary Ellen continued to talk, unaware they were being eavesdropped. "Look, Celia, it's hard to know if he's regretted divorcing you or not." "Mary Ellen, maybe the situation is different: since my conversation with him yesterday, I've been thinking about how miserable my life was, yet I had a man who loved me." "Sometimes love and money don't go hand in hand." Mary Ellen smiled. "Exactly. Who's to say that Mark really loves that valley girl, Briana Vasconcelos?" Celia became increasingly deluded, "Maybe Mark, thinking this would lead somewhere, tried to get close to this rich girl so we could both live off her money. By the way..." "What?" Mary Ellen eagerly awaited more. Celia prepared the cups for the table she was about to push. "I remember that the day before the divorce, Mark wanted to tell me something, but I was so determined to announce I wanted the divorce that I ended up not l