Mark, now dressed in a crisp gray suit, stood by the bed where Briana lay, still curled up under the covers, looking worn out and clearly embarrassed after seeking her husband's attention so directly. She sighed, covering her eyes."What a terrible manager I am…" Briana muttered.Mark leaned over and kissed her on the cheek with a comforting smile. "Don't worry, darling. If it were up to me, you wouldn't even work."Her voice was hoarse due to moaning too much as she replied, "I didn't want to be the spoiled wife who just burns through her husband's money.""You're so much more than that," Mark reassured her gently. "Even if you didn't work." He straightened up, ready to leave. "Now, I need to go. Goodbye."Briana, attempting humor through her exhaustion, mumbled, "Make sure Luana hasn't lost the ability to walk either."Chuckling at her remark, Mark left the suite, knowing that Karl had a mischievous streak similar to his own.As Mark descended the stairs, he pulled out his phone, wa

Sandro slammed the door shut behind him, leaving only Gilson and James in the office with him. His face was twisted in anger, clearly aware of what Gilson had intended with the interruption."Pathetic, both of you," he sneered."Sandro, let's keep this civil," Gilson tried, but his voice lacked conviction."Civil?" Sandro scoffed. "You knew that if I hired top talent for the series, I'd be in the spotlight, and our mother would praise me for it. You're eaten alive by jealousy. It's sad, really."Gilson clenched his jaw, unwilling to admit anything. "Sandro… you have to understand how things work. You're just trying to make a name for yourself, but—""Shut up, idiot!" Sandro cut him off. "You talk so big, yet in front of our mother, you're all respectful and obedient, huh?"James, uncomfortable with the quarrel, attempted to interject, "Mr. Vasconcelos—""No need for such formality, James," Sandro said with a dark smile. "If I remember correctly, you had your eyes on my daughter."Jame

At noon, in the elegant restaurant at Rocha Hotel, Mark sat across from actor Ray Dixon, with a waiter hovering close by, assuming Ray was the one hosting. "Mr. Dixon," the waiter began, handing over menus with a polished smile. "Welcome to our restaurant. May I see your membership card to verify your status?" Ray flashed a polite smile, handing over his card.Though his status wasn't quite diamond-level, he shared a knowing glance with Mark, who only smiled slightly, a detail that went unnoticed by the waiter. "Thank you. We'll be at your service," the waiter said, departing with a professional nod.Ray, now more relaxed, lifted his sunglasses, scanning the menu. "Didn't you inform your friend, the general manager?" Ray asked. Mark nodded. "I did. Go ahead and order whatever you like, Dixon, even if it's only available to diamond members." Ray chuckled, flipping through the options. "I'm starving. People think I keep this physique with just salads. They couldn't be more wrong."

Mark found Briana interacting 'too much' with Julian.Jealousy seized him, especially as he recalled how Julian had looked to him that morning."Dear, can I speak with Julian for a moment?""Yes, I'll go change for dinner." Briana, walking like a little girl, kissed her possessive husband on the cheek and went to his room.Mark and Julian faced each other.Julian's heart started racing..."Mr. Ferro, is there a problem?""Did you talk to Regis?" Mark asked in a calm tone.The calm tone of Mark was exactly what made Julian, along with others, tremble like a green twig."Um... Yes, Lord Ferro— Mr. Ferro." Julian nodded like a wind-up toy."So, to complete the message, I strongly suggest you use the pool at night. It's heated, you know." Mark produced a smile that was not one of joy."Yes, Mr. Ferro." Julian lowered his head."During the day, if the lady is here, we run the risk of her seeing you in those revealing speedos... and we don't want that, do we?" Mark moved even closer to the

The next day. Mark is having breakfast already dressed in a navy blue suit with pinstripes.Julian looks at Briana's empty seat."Arrange breakfast for Mrs. Ferro in the master suite," Mark ordered in a cold tone."Yes, Mr. Ferro." Julian swallows hard, already understanding why Briana couldn't come down to the dining room.After the cook left, Mark picked up his tablet to catch up on the day's news.As expected, the news that Vasconcelos hired Alanna Torres and Ray Dixon for their next series is in the headlines.Not a single mention of Sandro.Mark pressed his lips in irritation.Mark's phone rang, and he checked the caller ID: Sandro."Hello?"On the other end, Sandro was pacing in his suite while Nadir leaned against the headboard of the bed, drying her tears."Hello? Mark, did you read today's newspaper?""I just read that the 'Vasconcelos Company' hired two big-name artists for your niece's series," Mark remarked with the necessary irony."This is unfair, Mark! I mediated the hi