At Ferro House, Mark and Briana had just finished breakfast. “Dear, what will we do with the information Luana gave us?” Briana asked, placing her cup on the saucer. “Should we report James to the police?” “We have no evidence, just Luana’s testimony.” Mark shook his head while wiping his lips with a linen napkin. “But the Vasconcelos family has no proof of you sabotaging other people’s cars either.” Briana exclaimed, “That didn’t stop them from making disgusting accusations against you.” “And Katrina spent a night in the slammer because of it.” Mark smiled mockingly. Briana chuckled. Any punishment for Katrina is still too little! “Anyway, maybe we can give Luana’s testimony as a lead for Sergeant Ribeiro to continue investigating,” Mark suggested. “Yes, that’s a start!” Briana calmed down. “What we heard from Chris makes a lot more sense.” “Yes, it makes more sense to believe James was the saboteur.” Mark looked toward the pool. “We know how James isn’t fully invested in thi

Mark showed up at the police station. Sergeant Ribeiro greeted him with respect. “Is this chair comfortable enough for you, Mr. Ferro?” Mark found the kindness a bit strange. “Yes, it is, thank you very much, Sergeant. But what’s all this about?” “I just want to make you comfortable so you can tell me everything without stress.” Ribeiro sat down across the desk. “I don’t understand.” Mark scratched his forehead. “Something tells me that the solution to this whole mystery will come from you, the man who is so often accused of being the culprit.” Ribeiro leaned back in his chair with an interested smile. “Can you explain why you think that, Sergeant?” Mark smiled slightly. “I think I’ve been watching too many movies on my days off.” Ribeiro chuckled. “In the films I watch, when the hero is cornered with false accusations of a crime, he gives it his all to solve the mystery and clear his name. Isn’t that what you’re doing, Mr. Ferro?” “You saw me hiding in my house last week,” Ma

Mark decided to continue strolling calmly through the streets after realizing that the police wouldn’t care about Katrina’s ridiculous accusations and others.With that, he headed to the LCN Group headquarters to discuss the matter directly with Susana Linz.In the vice president’s office, she once again allowed Mark to sit in her chair while she narrated.“Mission accomplished, Lord Ferro. The contract is being rescinded by the legal department as we speak.”“Great!” Mark maintained a serious expression. “We hope they learn a lesson from this.”“Not to go around slandering people and bothering the police with false allegations and testimonies.” Susana shook her head. “I still can’t believe they insist on this ridiculous story just because they don’t like you.”“Sometimes, Susana, a person is overtaken by irrational hate. Nothing else matters, not even a sense of the ridiculous.” Mark took a deep breath.“Mr. Vasconcelos – Mr. Gilson Vasconcelos – didn’t take it well and left here fum

The Vasconcelos family was surprised by Claudia’s very positive statement. Katrina became interested. “Mom, what do you mean by that? Isn’t Chris recovering at the mansion? How could he think about the show’s situation?” Gilson explained, “We brought the matter to him. Even with bandages and gauze all over his body, my son motivated us to continue producing ‘Hope Alive’ and handle the publicity our way. Unfortunately, we can no longer count on LCN’s funding, but we can make this show work!” James also got swept up in the enthusiasm. “That’s right! If our show is a success, we won’t have to give a cut of the profits to LCN! They will regret discarding us!” “And I will come back, being forgiven by those who canceled me!” Katrina cheered, hopeful. Suddenly, the atmosphere in Gilson’s office changed drastically.Where there was sorrow, now there was joy and hope. Just like the title of the show they want to produce to dethrone Briana’s two shows. Sandro and Nadir, however, exchanged

Gilson feels like he’s in a psychiatrist’s chair after Sandro asks a probing question. “What are you talking about, you idiot?” “Am I the idiot? You’re projecting your animosity towards me onto your daughter. I think I’m starting to understand why Katrina hates my daughter so much.” Sandro points his finger. “She hates Briana because YOU transfer the hatred you feel for me onto your daughter!” “That’s nonsense!” Gilson refuses to accept it. “I’m not saying you did this on purpose,” Sandro continued, “but it’s what Katrina has absorbed all these years. She grew up seeing you hate me and blame me for everything bad that happened in your life. Growing up in an environment filled with hatred and a sense of injustice, what did you expect would happen?” Gilson slowly stands up. “I didn’t call you here to act like a psychiatrist, you fool. I just want to announce a decision I’ve made.” “What decision?” “After our meeting, it’s clear to me who is the one unwilling to contribute to the