“What are you doing standing there in the doorway, you careless one?” Katrina snorted at Celia, “Let the sergeant in NOW!” Celia was indignant and remained in the doorway, blocking the passage. “Mrs. Ross, I’m not responsible for anything. I’m just announcing the sergeant and withdrawing to my duties with CEO Vasconcelos.” James sensed what kind of ‘duties’ Celia would have with Gilson.Gesturing, he ordered, “Actually, Celia, we’ll need you as a witness for our testimonies. Stay.” “But the CEO—” “STAY!” Katrina barked, “Obey my husband, your subordinate! Where’s your ex-boyfriend?” Celia stepped in, turning red with rage. “I see that gossip is spreading like fire in dry straw around here.” “My mother saw you two arguing in the hallways, drawing the attention of all the employees,” Katrina shrugged. Finally, the Ross couple noticed Sergeant Ribeiro’s presence. James extended his hand. “Sergeant, thank you for coming. I apologize for not getting up from the couch, but I’m feel

Sergeant Ribeiro wanted to catch the criminal who sabotaged Christopher Vasconcelos’ car. But he found himself on an impossible mission with so many conflicting statements. “Mr. and Mrs. Ross,” he tried to explain, “If I can’t get the objective facts, we’ll never get to the bottom of this. Your brother will remain unavenged, is that what you want?” “OF COURSE NOT!” Katrina yelled desperately. “I want Mark Ferro behind bars!” “Then why can’t you tell me what you know without drama or hysteria?” Ribeiro turned to James. “Mr. Ross, it’s not a matter of whom I prefer to believe. It’s a matter of discerning who is telling the truth.” “Katrina is my wife, so she is telling the truth.” James smiled after making that absurd statement. “I’m sorry, Mr. Ross, but that’s not how the police work.” Ribeiro tucked his notebook into his pocket. “That’s why 70% of crimes go unsolved in Brazil,” James sneered. “Do you want to be part of the 30% when I throw you in the clink for contempt of auth

Sandro narrated to Ribeiro everything he knew about Mark Ferro. “We judged Mark just as my brother told you: a loser trying to take advantage of my rich daughter to climb the social ladder. My nephew James, who is engaged to my legitimate niece Katrina, made a bet to see which of the two couples would throw the most luxurious and lavish wedding party.” Ribeiro raised an eyebrow. “Oh, they just got married civilly.” “That’s right.” Sandro nodded. “Well, you must have heard about the big wedding that took place at the Aurelia Cathedral, right?” “I was busy busting another drug cartel in the outskirts and didn’t catch the details,” Ribeiro replied. “Oh, good for you for achieving that, sergeant. Anyway, since my daughter and Mark won the bet, my family went into this frenzy. My mother, seeing that Mark wasn’t exactly the loser we thought, declared that Briana was forgiven, but the other family members disagreed with her.” “What a loving and united family the Vasconcelos are,” Ribei

At the Braspolis police station, Karl tries to help Mark's situation by providing a strong testimony. “How did you meet Mark Ferro, Mr. Carvalho?” Karl answered promptly, “I met him at a party held at the Braz Social Club. A little gathering to reconnect with our old college classmates.” Ribeiro was taken aback. “Really? That party didn’t have something to do with the arrest of two guests after quite a commotion occurred, with gang members trying to assault the female guests, did it?” Karl clicked his fingers. “THAT! It was at that party! Fernanda Gabas, a perpetual jealous of Briana, orchestrated that scandal, trying to ruin everything and then blaming it on her. She was arrested along with her boyfriend, who claimed to have connections to the underworld.” Ribeiro pursed his lips. “I was involved in that arrest. Small world.” “Not the world, Braspolis,” Karl quipped. “Well, I met Briana’s husband at that party. I remember several people accusing Mark of having called the gang

“KATRINA!” Briana jumped up as if she felt thumbtacks on her chair. Katrina smiled devilishly as she entered Briana and Luana’s office. She slammed the door shut, in a sinister and frightening manner. Luana shoved her hand into her blazer pocket, prepared to push her phone if necessary. She asked, “What do you think you’re doing here? Do you and your husband really think you can come into this company and cause chaos—” “IS THIS A COMPANY?” Katrina rudely interrupted Luana. “It doesn’t seem like one to me. Here looks like a vile den of debauchery, according to Celia Soares.” Briana narrowed her eyes. “What do you have to do with that shameless hussy?” Katrina feigned surprise. “Oops! Did I accidentally reveal a secret about your husband?” “Mark has nothing to do with Celia anymore, thank goodness!” Briana shouted. Katrina was amused. “Celia is now an assistant at Vasconcelos Company, along with Adrian Curtis. It seems fate brought them back together. And they are both very emp