Mark and Briana returned from lunch in his discreet car.“I think, now that the police have officially removed me from their list of suspects, I can start using my Lamborghini Urus again, sweetheart,” Mark joked. “That way, you won’t feel stuck with me, playing chauffeur.”“Don’t worry, darling.” Briana kissed his cheek. “I like helping you with things.”“Yeah, but the husband here can’t keep relying on his wife — it’s supposed to be the other way around,” Mark said, getting out of the car as he spoke. “Isn’t that what they always accuse me of?”Briana pulled the handbrake, turned off the ignition, and got out of the car, rolling her eyes at him.“Mark, I believe, in the name of Jesus, that one day you’ll learn not to care about the false accusations of others.”“Keep believing, dear.” Mark struck a pose, pretending he needed to learn not to care.If only Briana knew...Of course, Mark couldn’t care less about his opponents’ complaints!As they approached the entrance, the receptionis

Sandro and Briana are surprised when Mark suggests that Sandro’s father-in-law work with them at Glamour. Sandro scratches his head. “Mark, the idea sounds good, but you’re forgetting something. Vasconcelos Company is part of my life; my last name is at stake. Briana married you and now goes by ‘Ferro,’ so she has the right to carve her own path.” “But Dad, Uncle Gilson also has the family surname,” Briana counters. “Unfortunately, Grandma Althea has been somewhat blinded by him and handed all the power over to him, disregarding you.” “The problem is that Gilson, as he is, is going to ruin the company, my father’s legacy.” Sandro grimaces. “I can feel that ‘Hope Alive’ will be the first of many failures, until our company falls into obscurity in the entertainment industry.” “Maybe in the future, you can revitalize what Vasconcelos used to be,” Mark tries to mediate. “But still, I don’t see how we can reverse the situation, father-in-law. That’s why I made this proposal for you and

In the stylish office at Glamour, Mark and Briana were taken aback when Celia walked in, expressing her desire to return to the company.Her audacity was striking, especially as she began gossiping about Vasconcelos Company and its internal chaos.“Celia, you do realize it’s not very ethical to air Vasconcelos’ dirty laundry like this, don’t you?” Mark said with his tone full of sarcasm.Celia shrugged indifferently. “What’s the problem? I’m just telling the truth. Briana’s family is completely unprepared to finish that series. Katrina is more focused on avenging her brother’s car accident. And honestly, I don’t believe for a second that you were behind it, Mark.”“Thanks,” Mark replied flatly.“But they refuse to accept any opposing view,” Celia continued. “It’s as if they WANT the culprits to be you two. It’s ridiculous. I simply can’t stay around such crazy people.”Briana raised an eyebrow. “You and Adrian aren’t together anymore?”“No,” Celia replied firmly. “And he wouldn’t want

Adrian stood in the chaotic police station, still grappling with what Celia and Elise had told him. Officers moved briskly through the space, escorting suspects and comforting victims.From his vantage point, Adrian saw victims being consoled, citizens giving statements, and a young woman collaborating with a sketch artist to create a composite of a criminal. Amidst the chaos, suspects were being booked and led to temporary holding cells.Then, Adrian’s eyes landed on James.James was among the suspects being processed. The sight made Adrian’s stomach drop.Without hesitation, he started toward the booking counter, only to be stopped by a nearby officer.“Hey, where do you think you’re going?” the officer barked.Adrian glanced at the officer’s name badge. “Officer Williams, I need to know what’s happening with James Ross!”“Are you family?”“No, but he’s my best friend.”Hearing Adrian’s voice, James turned around and offered a faint, embarrassed smile.“Adrian, you got here fast.”“

Celia and Mary Ellen walked into the famous cafeteria, their faces glowing with triumph.Choosing a small table near the window, they settled down, exuding an air of celebration.“So,” Mary Ellen asked with a curious grin, “what are we celebrating today?”Celia beamed. “Everything went perfectly, my friend!”Mary Ellen chuckled. “Did you ever doubt it?”“Well,” Celia admitted, leaning closer, “it wasn’t exactly easy. They promised they’d call — or at least leave you a message.”“If they leave me a message,” Mary Ellen said with a wink, “you’ll be the first to know.”Celia signaled to a nearby waitress, who approached with a bright smile, clearly drawn by the contagious joy of her two customers.“Looks like we’re celebrating tonight!” the waitress remarked cheerfully.“As the evening sets in,” Celia said, her voice light and happy, “we’ll have two cappuccinos and some sponge cake bites.”“It’s such a shame you don’t serve champagne,” Mary Ellen added with mock disappointment, making th