Briana and Susana were negatively surprised by this piece of information. What does this mean? Wasn't it clear that they lost the selection? "The staff at the front desk didn't inform those two that the selection had ended?" Susana asked, frowning. "Well, it seems they are quite insistent. They want to speak with the new recruitment director." Susana's assistant felt she was in a difficult position. Susana shook her head. "No. They will speak with me. It seems there are people who don't settle for a 'no'." She turned to Briana, "Manager Vasconcelos, I'm sorry to cut this meeting short, but I believe you won't want to be in the same conference room as those two." Briana was startled. "Huh? Do you know something, Vice President Linz?" "Well, I was at the Rocha Events Hall and sensed the hostility. Everyone was humiliating you, thinking that your fiancé had stood you up, right?" Susana smiled dreamily, "And then the helicopters came... Very romantic!" "I still don't know how Mark
"What does this mean?" Susana asked with slight indignation. "A binder," James replied stupidly. "I know, but what does it contain? And why are you giving it to me?" Susana still hadn't touched the binder. Katrina continued, "Vice President Linz, you said the selection had ended. But there was a misunderstanding. We didn't even get a chance to have our project evaluated." Susana began to ponder. Yes, Frank Ross had been fired and kicked out of the company just as they were waiting. She knew this because she had been properly informed by the security guards and front desk staff. Smiling, she mentioned it, "Yes, I understand. However, it's my knowledge that you arrived in time to submit the project, but for some foolish reason, you lingered in the lobby, engaging in idle conversation, thinking you could intentionally delay it because the recruitment manager was related to you." James and Katrina felt shivers down their spines. That was something they bitterly regretted! Not onl
Meanwhile, Briana returned to Ferro House, noticing it was empty. "Mark is still working, it seems. I need to do something to celebrate." She smiled mischievously. She decided to go to the kitchen to prepare a nice dinner. With her eyes on some recipes she found online, Briana checked the ingredients in the pantry. Had Mark already done the monthly shopping? How did they end up having almost everything? If they took too long to move here, all this food would spoil... The doorbell rang. At the same time, a text message made her phone vibrate. Briana smiled, already knowing it was Luana. Upon answering her best friend, they exchanged three kisses on each cheek. "How's your glamorous life going, my friend?" Luana looked around the house, "Wow, I still can't get used to all this luxury." "You said you were going to ask Rocha Constructions to build one for you." Briana led her to the kitchen. Luana admired the ingredients for a lasagna. "Wow! Are you preparing something special
"Chris, where are you taking me?" Luana continued smiling, but inside, she wanted to call the police. Is the creep taking her to his bed? Is that how visitors are treated in this mansion? "I'm taking you where you HAVE to go, to my room!" Christopher replied as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Ehr... I came to talk to Katrina!" Luana 'politely' freed herself from the scoundrel. "You can't talk to Katrina while you're underneath me, writhing in pleasure." Christopher narrowed his eyes. Why does Luana like to complicate things? Luana stepped away from the creep. "Come on, don't make me angry with you. I came to talk to your sister about the project she has for the LCN Group." Christopher instantly lost his lust, returning to normal as if someone had pressed a button. "Really? How did you know about that?" "There's no secret in the corporate world, my dear." Luana walked into the living room without waiting for him. Christopher followed Luana like a sailor encha
Mark showed up in the parking lot to find his car in the same condition it was left by James. He paused for a few seconds, assessing the damage and reaching a conclusion about the culprit. "James... So predictable..." Who else had left the Glamour building angry with him? Not caring much about it, Mark picked up his phone and dialed Linda. "Yes, Lord Ferro?" "Arrange to have my car repaired. It was vandalized here in the Glamour parking lot." "Oh, dear, who is tired of living?" Linda reacted with outrage at such absurdity. If these people only knew who they were dealing with... "Provide me with another car. I need to go home; Lady Ferro sent me a message." Linda, aware of what Briana had done, smiled in agreement. Most likely, Lady Ferro did something to celebrate her victory and sent a romantic message to Lord Ferro! But Lord Ferro, eager to meet his beloved wife, found his car vandalized! Thinking about it, Linda arranged for one of her assistants to drive that red Asto
Mark followed the aroma to the kitchen and found Briana in a red dress with a generous neckline and no straps, smiling lovingly at her husband who had just arrived. "Hello, darling. Welcome to our celebration dinner." Mark already knew the outcome of her day, but he went along with the act. Smiling at the prepared dishes and two lit red candles, he asked, "I need to ask you how your day was?" "Oh, you can ask; I'll let you." Briana joked, moving closer to him. "Congratulations, Briana. You're a natural talent." Mark hugged and kissed her. Mark was impressed. It wasn't just because he supported Briana from the shadows. Briana was truly a talented person, yet her family never gave her the recognition she deserved. For some unknown reason, the spotlight always went to that weirdo Katrina. After the kiss, Briana urged him, "Come on, go up, take a nice shower, and come eat. I'll be waiting for you." "OK." Mark nodded and left. He went upstairs to the master suite. As he passed
At Vasconcelos Mansion, an utterly unpleasant scene was occurring. Sandro and Nadir thought about talking privately with Althea but found themselves in the midst of a family celebration. A family celebration... Without them and Briana... Still, it seems Althea only admitted them to the mansion to rub another victory of Katrina in their faces. Nadir, indignant about this, looked at Claudia and noticed her pearl necklace. "HEY! That's my necklace! Give it back immediately, you thief!" Nadir jumped from her chair like a wild animal and ran at Claudia, ready to cut her throat if necessary to regain her precious pearl necklace! Claudia also stood up and tried to back away. "Hey, stay away, you disqualified!" "NADIR! QUIET!" Althea ordered regally. Gilson stood up to defend his wife while Clóvis held Nadir, who was seething with rage. "Hey, man, are you not going to hold your wild wife?" Gilson questioned Sandro in a mix of perplexity and mockery. "I will not. My wife is right."
The next day, Briana was once again devastated and lying in bed while Mark watched the sunrise, leaning against the balcony railing, looking cheerful and relaxed. Briana, frowning in pain all over her body, was seriously considering taking a tonic or joining a gym to keep up with her husband! Briana's phone rang. Mark quickly went in and checked the device. "It's your dad. Do you want to answer?" Briana didn't respond right away, hypnotized by Mark's muscular build, clad only in a striped boxer shorts. "Sweetheart?" Mark didn't take the hint this time. Briana snapped out of her naughty daydreams. "Um... Maybe my dad wants to talk peacefully." Mark handed her the phone, and Briana answered, "Hello?" On the other end, Sandro was wearing a tacky pajama while Nadir was in their suite's bathroom. "Daughter, why did you take so long to answer?" "Dad, do I really need to say?" Briana smiled mischievously, "Mark and I were in the process of giving you grandkids." Sandro felt a wave