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
"Don't you feel that way?" Mark asked affectionately. Briana softened her gaze, looking like a little girl waiting for her dad to return from work to hug him. "No, Mark. I may seem naive, but I really felt like my dad was being sincere with me, just telling me what happened to him without any ulterior motive." "I admire your faith in humanity, dear." Mark stroked her hair. "And you, do you not have that faith?" Briana was intrigued to uncover another facet of her husband. "Well, unfortunately, because of my past..." Mark chose his words carefully. "My life hasn't been easy." "Are you referring to poverty?" Briana probed further, "I remember when we just got married, you went to your old apartment to get your things. It was a pretty rundown complex, if I may say." Mark smiled. "Yes, I allow that. I have no issue with that. Anyway, let's keep an eye out, shall we?" Briana crossed her arms. "The one who is really trying to behave out of her character is Grandma Althea. Yesterday,
Moments later, Adrian enters HR, unsuspecting and greeted by an effusive Gene. "Supervisor Curtis, it's always a pleasure to discuss matters with you. At this rate, you'll be a constant presence in this room!" "Really, Gene? What does that mean?" Adrian asks, like a lamb headed to slaughter. "Come in, take a seat!" Gene internally belittles Adrian's demeanor. The guy causes trouble at the company, gets called to HR, and doesn't suspect for a moment why he's there! Does the idiot think he'll get promoted? Sitting across from one another, Gene begins, "Look, Supervisor Curtis, what I'm about to tell you may come as a shock." "Go ahead, nothing surprises me anymore in this world." Adrian grins broadly, "Am I getting promoted?" Gene drops the fake smile. This is too much! "Supervisor Curtis, do you really feel that confident that you deserve a promotion?" Gene asks with caustic aggression. Adrian jolts, finally realizing he wasn't called in for praise. "Huh? What's going on her