Outside the entrance to the Vasconcelos Mansion, the saleswoman stands anxiously, worried she may have ruined a surprise.The door swings open, and James steps out, now in casual shorts and a t-shirt, glancing outside with curiosity."Were you expecting someone?" James asks, his eyes scanning the scene."This is my husband," Katrina says, introducing him.The saleswoman, flustered, apologizes, "Mr. Ross, I just need you to sign the paperwork for the Lamborghini Urus. Could you please sign here?"James freezes, momentarily dumbfounded by the unexpected news.Katrina looks confused. "Something's not right here, miss."The saleswoman becomes more nervous. "I just need someone to sign for the car," she says urgently.James, still shocked, blurts out, "Do you really think this is for me?""Yes," the saleswoman replies, her voice trembling. "A Lamborghini Urus was sold at our dealership, and I was told to deliver the paperwork to you."Katrina, still processing, asks, "But... where's the ca
Mark stood up abruptly and approached Briana, who looked uneasy.Karl, still sitting nearby, rolled his eyes, thinking about how impossible it was to play chess under these circumstances."Is it him calling, my dear?" Mark asked in a low, dominant tone.Briana glanced at the phone in her hand, fear evident in her eyes. "What do I do?" she whispered nervously."Answer it. I'll be right here," Mark replied firmly, his presence meant to offer reassurance.With great reluctance, Briana picked up the call. "Hello, James?"Meanwhile, at the Vasconcelos mansion, James was fuming, his voice booming through the phone as he paced around the living room.His wife, Katrina, sat on the couch, looking bitter and detached."Katrina, why the hell do you sound so fearful, huh?" James shouted. "Earlier today, you wanted my phone number!"On the other end, Briana tried to maintain her composure. "James, I asked for your number for a specific purpose, okay? Let's not get ahead of ourselves — you're still
In the living room of the Ferro house, Mark was furious, holding the phone to his ear while pacing.His wife Briana had just been shaken by an intense conversation with Katrina and James over the Lamborghini fiasco.Mark wasn't about to let that go unnoticed.Meanwhile, across town at the Vasconcelos mansion, Katrina passed the phone to a fuming James, who snatched it from her hand."He wants to talk with you.""Mark, you bastard!" James shouted. "How could you do this to me?"Mark responded with a hint of sarcasm. "So you've already decided it was me?""Why did you take Briana off the line?" James demanded, anger boiling over."She's feeling sick because of you two," Mark replied coldly.James seemed to pause, his fury momentarily replaced by confusion. "If she's feeling sick, it's because she's innocent. So, you're the one behind this! Who said I would pay you 4 million reais for a Lamborghini, you broke-ass from the slums?"Mark's tone hardened. "And who told you to vandalize my pr
Julian enters the room with a silver tray, offering Briana a shot of brandy to lift her spirits.Karl and Mark hover nearby, concerned for her well-being. Briana takes a sip, grateful. "Thank you so much... I'm feeling better," she says softly. "You had us all scared, Madame Ferro," Julian replies, his voice full of relief. Briana offers a weak smile. "I'm so sorry." Mark steps in quickly, reassuring her, "You don't need to apologize, Brie. You're the lady of the house." Julian, realizing he may have overstepped, swallows hard, uncomfortable. Karl, still confused by the situation, breaks the tension. "Can someone explain to me exactly what I just witnessed here?" Mark answers, casual as ever, "An idiot damaged my car, so I retaliated by buying a Lamborghini Urus in his name." Karl's jaw drops. "MARK! What madness is this? You could be arrested for identity fraud!" Unfazed, Mark responds confidently, "They won't arrest me." Briana, sensing the conversation getting out of hand
It was another night at the controversial nightclub, Red Light. The dancers moved lazily, barely putting effort into their performance, knowing they would still be "complimented" by the drunken, eager customers.Among the crowd, James entered, not caring about getting caught or drawing attention.From James's point of view, Adrian sat, completely spellbound watching the dancers on stage.James approached, snapping him out of his trance."I'm here!" James announced, sitting down.Adrian glanced up, greeting him with a smile. "Hey, James! I took the liberty of ordering you a drink. The bartender will make it now that he's seen you sit down.""Thanks," James responded sourly. "I have to tell you what happened today, the biggest scam Mark Ferro pulled on me."Adrian leaned forward, intrigued. "I'm all ears."A scantily clad waitress served drinks to Adrian and James.James had just finished condensing the story.Adrian, stunned, tried to make sense of it. "Let me get this straight: a brok
At the dining table in Vasconcelos Mansion, Althea notices James is missing and the atmosphere is tense.Sandro and Nadir exchange concerned glances, and Althea decides to ask about it."Where's James?" she asks.Katrina, clearly uncomfortable, responds, “Grandma, he went out to clear his head.”Althea, growing frustrated, presses further. "Clear his head? Why is no one telling me what's going on in this house?"Starting to get flustered, Katrina snaps, “Maybe if you didn't waste time watching series and soap operas—”"KATRINA!" Gilson interrupts, his voice sharp.Althea nods approvingly. "That's right, Gilson. Discipline your daughter so she doesn't embarrass me in the future."Sandro, trying to lighten the mood, asks, "Mom, why are you so interested in keeping up with the entertainment industry?"Althea replies, "I don't want to be unfair when congratulating one of my granddaughters for succeeding."Claudia, supportive, adds, "Congratulating Katrina wouldn't be unfair, mother-in-law
Karl and Mark entered the garage, eager to check out the latest addition to the homeowner's collection.There it was, the much-discussed Lamborghini Urus, gleaming in gold and standing out even among the other luxurious vehicles.Parked right next to Briana's New Beetle, the two cars seemed to symbolically unite Mark and Briana as well."Karl, I can't believe you brought this beast here!" Karl exclaimed, astonished.Mark, with his usual cynical tone, replied, "Why not? It's mine, right?"Karl shook his head, a bit uneasy. "You know this is going to create the biggest mess ever, right?"Feigning innocence, Mark responded, "I don't even know what you're talking about, man.""Your wife nearly fainted when she found out how you got back at James Ross," Karl continued.Mark smirked, his voice dropping. "My wife is about to faint again when I ravage her so rough she won't be able to walk tomorrow. That was our deal."Karl grinned knowingly. "And I'll do the same to Luana..."Mark, still non
On a typical Monday workday, Mark arrives at LCN Group to handle matters related to Briana's two TV shows, acting as Glamour's representative.Gustavo, unaware of Mark's true identity, strikes up a friendly conversation."I trust the intuition and good judgment of Vice President Linz, Mr. Ferro. Your wife has some interesting proposals," Gustavo says with a smile."That's great," Mark replies, shaking his hand.Susana then introduces Mark to a couple standing nearby. "Mr. Ferro, here are the head writers who will handle the scripts for the TV shows that Manager Vasconcelos requested."Mark greets them with a firm handshake. "Hello, nice to meet you. The man will write the medieval series, and the lady will take on the romantic one?"Laughing, the male writer confirms, "That's right."The female writer hands over their resumes. "Here's our resume, sir."As Mark scans them, he notices a familiar title listed on hers: 'Love Spins the World'."Wow, we've got some highly qualified people h