James and Katrina entered the suite, the awkwardness between them thick and suffocating. Katrina silently closed the double doors behind her and turned around, only to realize that James had already disappeared into the bedroom.This was the same suite where Luana had spent a few weeks, its classic decor untouched. Yet, the luxurious ambiance meant nothing to Katrina now.The romance of it all had evaporated the moment she learned of James’s arrest.In the bedroom, James tore through drawers and closets, collecting clothes in some frenzy.Two open suitcases lay on the king-sized bed, and he tossed items into them without care or order, his urgency making it clear he was eager to leave.Katrina cautiously entered, startled by the chaotic scene. It felt as though James was running from the law itself.An unsettling thought seized her, sending shivers down her spine.“Was it... you?” she asked hesitantly, her voice trembling.James froze mid-motion, clutching a bundle of briefs in his ha

The morning buzzed with activity at the film set of Hope Alive.Actors, cameramen, costume designers, makeup artists, script supervisors, and the director moved through the chaotic scene.Standing tall on a raised platform, which was originally part of the set, Gilson used it as an impromptu podium to address the gathered crew.A wireless microphone was handed to him, his authoritative voice cutting through the noise.“Dear collaborators,” Gilson began, his smile wide and calculated. “I am overjoyed to inform you that my dear son-in-law, James Ross, has been released. He didn’t even spend 24 hours in temporary detention. No news about this appeared in the media or online, so I kindly ask you all to keep this matter confined to the set. Understood?”A round of applause erupted — not out of genuine concern, but because the crew wanted the speech over with so the over-delayed filming could resume.“Excellent!” Gilson said, his energy almost too enthusiastic. “Let’s continue the good work

In the hallways of Glamour, a young Latina woman in her mid-twenties moved gracefully, pushing a coffee cart.She had striking looks and a composed demeanor, immediately recognizable as the coffee girl Briana and Mark had mentioned earlier.It seemed their message had reached her, as she now steered her cart directly toward Mark’s office.She nodded politely at employees passing by, her uniform skirt accentuating her movements. A few men couldn’t help but grin suggestively as they watched her, but she ignored them, focused on her task.Her faint smile, however, disappeared as she approached the door to Mark’s office.Inside the office, Mark was deep in conversation on the phone. Viviana entered quietly, her presence unnoticed at first.“I don’t know how this happened,” Mark said, pacing as he spoke. “But I expect answers as soon as possible. Briana Ferro is relying on your support.”Turning, he finally noticed Viviana and motioned for her to wait a moment.Placing his hand over the ph

At Glamour’s office, Mark’s concerned gaze fixed on the doorway as Briana stumbled in, her face pale and strained. Without hesitation, he stood, rushing to her side.“Darling, what happened?” he asked with his voice full of worry.Briana leaned against the doorframe, clearly unwell. “Oh, Mark... I think I’m feeling sick.”Mark wrapped an arm around her, supporting her gently. “You need to go home. No, wait — stay here. I’ll call Regis to drive your car back for you.”Through her daze, Briana managed a faint smile. “And who will drive... his car?”Mark chuckled, his attempt at lightening the mood. “He can bring Julian along for that.”Briana released his embrace, moving toward Karl’s empty chair to sit down.“Alright, I’ll wait here,” she murmured.Mark studied her with concern. “What exactly are you feeling?”She paused, frowning as if searching for the right words. “I feel nauseous... like I’m on a boat.”“You get seasick? Good to know — I’ll steer clear of booking us any cruises,” M

Mark stood in his office, deep in conversation with Gene. When Gene heard about Briana, his eyebrows shot up in surprise.Briana had already been taken home.“Really? She was feeling unwell? Poor thing,” Gene said, genuinely concerned.Mark shook his head. “What’s the funniest part is, I just can’t understand how she suddenly felt nauseous. If the symptoms persist, I’ll take her to the hospital.”Gene softened his expression, trying to calm his boss. “Relax, Lord Ferro! It’s probably nothing serious.”“Really?” Mark asked, raising an eyebrow.Gene swallowed, pondering how to broach the next subject without being too blunt.“Uh... how’s your love life going, you two?” Gene asked, nervously scratching the back of his neck.Mark froze for a few seconds, and then broke into a goofy grin.“Heh, heh, heh... What’s this, Gene? Already thinking about having cake at some baby shower?” Mark teased.Gene shrugged. “That’s what crossed my mind. Guess that answers my question.”Mark laughed hearti