When Mark came downstairs, he wasn't surprised at all to find only Karl at the table, being served by Julian. As if reading the cook's mind, Mark announced, "Julian, if you'd like, you can swim in the pool when you're off duty."On weekends, we usually don't need such an elaborate lunch. If we have guests, we'll let you know." "Th-thank you, Mr. Ferro!" Julian exclaimed, surprised. "Wow, I'd love to be your employee!" Karl joked. Mark sat down, wearing a casual shirt with two buttons undone and khaki shorts. "In a way, you are, my friend," Mark replied with a slight smile. "Luana and I discussed some projects up in the room. Thanks for the hospitality," Karl said as he served himself pancakes. Mark smiled from the corner of his mouth. "And I don't even need to ask why Luana hasn't come down yet, huh?" Karl gave the most lewd, depraved grin imaginable. "Hope I didn't scandalize anyone." "The walls are soundproof," Mark responded nonchalantly. Karl felt relieved to hear that.
Sandro furrows his brow when he hears Briana's unusual request. "Daughter, why do you want confidentiality for a request like this?" "I don't want anyone misinterpreting what I'm asking you," Briana promptly replies. "And why do you want James's cell number?" Sandro continues to be suspicious, looking around to check if Nadir is listening. "I need to talk to him. It's about the LCN projects." Briana avoids directly mentioning James's infidelity. Sandro sighs. "Daughter, if Katrina finds out about this, and nothing guarantees me that James WON'T tell her that you called, there will be another mess." Briana sits on the bed, smirking mischievously. "What's that supposed to mean? Does that mean family life at the mansion hasn't been easy and harmonious?"Oh, I thought Grandma Althea wanted me to return to the peace and happiness of the Vasconcelos family!" "Daughter..." "How nice is to know that this mansion hasn't stopped being a den of treacherous snakes!" Briana retorts sharply
Mark stands up abruptly, boiling with uncontained rage. "What does this mean?" Mark explodes in indignation. "Why is my wife calling that worm? Did he call her?" "No, she called him." Regis scratches his neck, uncomfortable, having to pass this information. He was attending to his duties when an assistant from Linda passed this information to his phone. Mark, consumed with jealousy, couldn't think of a reason why his dear wife would call the rival. Without delay, he rushed upstairs to the master suite. Briana was still engrossed in the conversation. "What do you mean? You found out about that too?" "I'm worried about you, friend," James confessed. "Don't worry about me; worry about your wife's project," Briana replied sternly. Mark entered the master suite, expecting to find a friendly and flirty conversation. But the severe and angry tone of Briana made him pause and listen more closely. Briana continued, "And for Christ's sake, stop cheating on Katrina; otherwise, she's g
James frowned, not understanding anything. "Why does someone want to talk to my wife? Who is he?""Adrian Curtis, but I've never seen someone looking so fat and with messed up teeth." The butler shook his head, utterly disgusted."I'm going to see what this crazy guy wants. I don't know where my wife is." James approached the door.Adrian, who was expecting to speak with Katrina, came face-to-face with a muscular guy wearing only swim trunks.The disappointment was evident!James asked fiercely, "Were you expecting to find my wife in a bikini, dude? Who are you?""Adrian Curtis, I work at Glamour and I have a proposal for you and your wife. May I come in?" Adrian tried to maintain his composure."What are you talking about? Proposal? I don't want anything to do with that company; we're already satisfied with the LCN Group," James responded fiercely, moving his hand to close the door in Adrian's face.Adrian, sensing this, quickly asked, "Aren't you interested in defeating Mark Ferro?
After bidding farewell to the unusual visitor, James rushed back to his room.Taking advantage once again that Katrina wasn't there (where did she go?), James booted up her laptop, plugging the USB drive into the corresponding slot."This is going to be interesting. A glimpse of Mark in the parking lot that could be the answer to our problems, huh?" James grinned devilishly. "The guy always posed as a good guy, perfect, worthy but poor... Let's see."James accessed the video and began to watch.He had the same reactions as Adrian upon recognizing Briana in the parking lot footage.Then, when she reappeared being carried in Mark's arms, James's eyebrows remained raised.And when Briana's car nearly bounced with the effect of the drug happening inside it, James tilted his head back, laughing heartily."HA, HA, HA, HA! Mark, you pervert! You—"James interrupted his laughter, suddenly realizing the information.Mark was the first man in Briana's romantic life!That privilege belonged to J
When Briana returned, she was in a bikini, a shawl draped over her shoulders, sunglasses on, and a hat. Mark, focused on typing on his laptop, felt her presence and looked up, only to find her like this. "Sweetheart... Do you want to go to the beach?" Mark swallowed hard. The breathtaking sight of his wife in that bikini completely distracted him. Briana smiled mischievously. "Me, going to the beach alone? No, Luana still can't get up, so I'm heading to the pool we have here." Mark immediately stood up, reluctant. "Karl is using the pool!" "The pool is big enough for everyone. It looks like Julian is also enjoying himself while it's not time to prepare lunch yet," Briana replied nonchalantly. Mark stepped out from behind the desk. "If you show up like this in front of other guys, you'll keep Luana company, you know?" Briana smiled provocatively. "Hmm... I managed to get my husband out from behind that desk." "What do you mean?" Mark frowned. "Today is Saturday, honey, let's
Mark stood in the foyer of the Ferro house, seething with anger at Sandro's desire to intrude into their lives.The realization that Briana was considering accepting Sandro's proposal only intensified his frustration.Nearby, Julian wrapped in a towel, felt awkward and embarrassed."Do you want the cook to witness this conversation?" Mark snapped.Briana remained calm, insisting, "I want my parents to know where I live."Mark shot back, "So they can tell the rest of their family where we live?""You really don't want them to know where we are?" Briana pressed, her tone inquisitive."For your safety, dear, I don't want that. It's dangerous," he replied firmly."Dangerous how?" she challenged."Invite your parents here, and be prepared for a flood of relatives claiming they were 'just passing by the neighborhood,'" Mark warned.Indignant, Briana retorted, "Mark Ferro, don't go overboard! What do we have for them to leech off? Nothing!"This house was a gift from Alan Rocha; we didn't bu
Briana reacted with disgust to Nadir's shout. "MOM! Where are your manners? This house belongs to my husband, and he can host whoever he wants!"Inside the Vasconcelos mansion, Nadir was fuming, her face flushed with rage. "What do you mean, 'whoever he wants'? Daughter, we are your parents; we deserve more consideration!""I know, Mom," Briana replied, trying to remain calm. "But you need to understand that we started this relationship on the wrong foot.""That's why we need to clear up any misunderstandings! How are we going to have peace in the family if you never want to give in?" Nadir insisted.With a sorrowful look, Briana said, "The truth is that Mark wants neither peace nor war."What else could Briana say?From day one, Mark had been treated with contempt and disrespect.How could anyone blame him for not wanting to interact with her family?Although Briana wanted to try to make amends today, she couldn't pressure her husband into something seemingly impossible.Behind her,