Sandro furrows his brow when he hears Briana's unusual request. "Daughter, why do you want confidentiality for a request like this?" "I don't want anyone misinterpreting what I'm asking you," Briana promptly replies. "And why do you want James's cell number?" Sandro continues to be suspicious, looking around to check if Nadir is listening. "I need to talk to him. It's about the LCN projects." Briana avoids directly mentioning James's infidelity. Sandro sighs. "Daughter, if Katrina finds out about this, and nothing guarantees me that James WON'T tell her that you called, there will be another mess." Briana sits on the bed, smirking mischievously. "What's that supposed to mean? Does that mean family life at the mansion hasn't been easy and harmonious?"Oh, I thought Grandma Althea wanted me to return to the peace and happiness of the Vasconcelos family!" "Daughter..." "How nice is to know that this mansion hasn't stopped being a den of treacherous snakes!" Briana retorts sharply

James frowned, not understanding anything. "Why does someone want to talk to my wife? Who is he?""Adrian Curtis, but I've never seen someone looking so fat and with messed up teeth." The butler shook his head, utterly disgusted."I'm going to see what this crazy guy wants. I don't know where my wife is." James approached the door.Adrian, who was expecting to speak with Katrina, came face-to-face with a muscular guy wearing only swim trunks.The disappointment was evident!James asked fiercely, "Were you expecting to find my wife in a bikini, dude? Who are you?""Adrian Curtis, I work at Glamour and I have a proposal for you and your wife. May I come in?" Adrian tried to maintain his composure."What are you talking about? Proposal? I don't want anything to do with that company; we're already satisfied with the LCN Group," James responded fiercely, moving his hand to close the door in Adrian's face.Adrian, sensing this, quickly asked, "Aren't you interested in defeating Mark Ferro?

When Briana returned, she was in a bikini, a shawl draped over her shoulders, sunglasses on, and a hat. Mark, focused on typing on his laptop, felt her presence and looked up, only to find her like this. "Sweetheart... Do you want to go to the beach?" Mark swallowed hard. The breathtaking sight of his wife in that bikini completely distracted him. Briana smiled mischievously. "Me, going to the beach alone? No, Luana still can't get up, so I'm heading to the pool we have here." Mark immediately stood up, reluctant. "Karl is using the pool!" "The pool is big enough for everyone. It looks like Julian is also enjoying himself while it's not time to prepare lunch yet," Briana replied nonchalantly. Mark stepped out from behind the desk. "If you show up like this in front of other guys, you'll keep Luana company, you know?" Briana smiled provocatively. "Hmm... I managed to get my husband out from behind that desk." "What do you mean?" Mark frowned. "Today is Saturday, honey, let's

Briana reacted with disgust to Nadir's shout. "MOM! Where are your manners? This house belongs to my husband, and he can host whoever he wants!"Inside the Vasconcelos mansion, Nadir was fuming, her face flushed with rage. "What do you mean, 'whoever he wants'? Daughter, we are your parents; we deserve more consideration!""I know, Mom," Briana replied, trying to remain calm. "But you need to understand that we started this relationship on the wrong foot.""That's why we need to clear up any misunderstandings! How are we going to have peace in the family if you never want to give in?" Nadir insisted.With a sorrowful look, Briana said, "The truth is that Mark wants neither peace nor war."What else could Briana say?From day one, Mark had been treated with contempt and disrespect.How could anyone blame him for not wanting to interact with her family?Although Briana wanted to try to make amends today, she couldn't pressure her husband into something seemingly impossible.Behind her,

Outside the entrance to the Vasconcelos Mansion, the saleswoman stands anxiously, worried she may have ruined a surprise.The door swings open, and James steps out, now in casual shorts and a t-shirt, glancing outside with curiosity."Were you expecting someone?" James asks, his eyes scanning the scene."This is my husband," Katrina says, introducing him.The saleswoman, flustered, apologizes, "Mr. Ross, I just need you to sign the paperwork for the Lamborghini Urus. Could you please sign here?"James freezes, momentarily dumbfounded by the unexpected news.Katrina looks confused. "Something's not right here, miss."The saleswoman becomes more nervous. "I just need someone to sign for the car," she says urgently.James, still shocked, blurts out, "Do you really think this is for me?""Yes," the saleswoman replies, her voice trembling. "A Lamborghini Urus was sold at our dealership, and I was told to deliver the paperwork to you."Katrina, still processing, asks, "But... where's the ca