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
Mark pulled into the Glamour parking lot in his Lamborghini Urus, parking in the same spot where he and Briana had shared their first intimate moment.He hadn't even realized the significance. As he stepped out of the car, he spotted Adrian watching him with disdain."Good morning, Supervisor Curtis," Mark greeted calmly.Adrian sneered. "Anyone seeing you like this might think you're a good person."Mark activated the car alarm with a shrug. "Did I miss something?""You lost your decency and your shame," Adrian spat.Mark sighed. "Look, man, I don't have time for this nonsense. Shouldn't you be handling magazine business?"He walked past Adrian, who continued hurling accusations. "So now you care about Celia?"Mark paused mid-step, a mocking smirk crossing his face.He turned around, slowly. "Where's this sudden concern coming from?""I care about my girlfriend!" Adrian snapped."Do you care about her, or just controlling her?" Mark countered."Don't play dumb!" Adrian shot back.Mar
Mark sat in the HR office with Gene, updating him on the latest developments."Has that idiot been questioning the origins of your fancy car?" Gene asked, shaking his head.Mark smirked. "Why do people think I can't have nice things? It's always a hassle dealing with people like that, huh?""So, how are the two shows coming along?" Gene inquired."Susana has found us the best screenwriters," Mark replied confidently. "Now we just need directors, cameramen, makeup artists, and, most importantly, actors and actresses.""That's fundamental," Gene said, nodding. "The viewers will be paying attention to the details.""Exactly. But Gustavo will handle that part for us. Don't worry, Gene. Glamour will triumph," Mark assured.Gene looked curious. "What's going on? Has a new bet been made?"Mark leaned back, a sly smile forming. "You could say that. From the audio we got from the Vasconcelos Mansion, Althea is preparing to congratulate her winning granddaughter. Congratulating Briana on the su
In Briana's office at Glamour, Mark smiled confidently, unfazed by James's heated threats."What's with that stupid grin?" James demanded, his anger intensifying."You mean YOU want to expose me to the LCN Group?" Mark asked, his tone cool and collected."Exactly! Vice President Linz won't be happy to learn that Glamour's representative is a fraud! Not to mention the public opinion! Do you really think you can get away with this?"Mark, still calm, replied, "I will."James, seething with rage, kicked the desk in frustration.As the glass from the shattered monitor crunched beneath his shoes, Mark decided to stand, avoiding the shards."Not only that," Mark added, "I'm going to charge you for the repair of Briana's computer.""Oh, don't have any money?" James shot back sarcastically. "I forgot, you live off my cousin!""And you live in a sham marriage, pretending to love Katrina when it's Briana you really care about," Mark said, his voice cutting.James froze, his eyes widening as if
In Briana's office, tension filled the air as James stared at Mark in horror, realizing the tables had turned."You can't do this," James said, his voice frantic. "This will ruin everything!"Mark's smile darkened. "Ruin what, and for whom? Oh, I get it! Grandma Althea won't be too pleased to find out her granddaughter's husband spent the honeymoon with Caribbean hookers."She'll probably order Katrina to divorce you, just like she always wanted Briana to leave me. The difference?"Katrina doesn't have Briana's backbone. She'll blindly follow her grandmother's orders and divorce you in a heartbeat.""That's ridiculous!" James shouted, desperation creeping in. "How can you be so sure?"Mark shook his head, his voice dripping with condescension. "James... Katrina is obsessed with pleasing her grandmother. She's always trying to stay in her good graces, doing everything the old matriarch asks."Briana? She never cared what that wrinkled old woman thought. How many times did Althea demand
Katrina stood in the parking lot of LCN Group, causing quite a scene.Her dramatic gestures and frazzled demeanor made it look like she was on the verge of a breakdown.She was next to her car with the driver's door open, but instead of getting inside, she was glued to her phone.Meanwhile, in the office at Glamour, Mark couldn't help but smile ironically as he imagined what must be going through Katrina's mind.James, on the other hand, was a nervous wreck, sweating profusely as he realized this was his chance to keep his secret safe."Katrina?" Mark's voice was calm as he spoke into the phone.Katrina, however, couldn't hold back any longer. She exploded. "Are you out of your mind, Mark?!"Mark sighed, feigning disappointment. "Why does everyone have such a negative view of me?""You seriously want me to kneel in front of Briana and beg for forgiveness because she couldn't handle the situation?" Katrina shot back with frustration."She didn't even need to handle it! It was all about
Briana and Luana had recovered fully from the fierce and controversial weekend with their partners and were now focused on business.Karl was with them in the living room at Ferro House.Briana, wearing glasses and holding a clipboard, was outlining her next steps."Karl, I'm putting you in charge of the series 'Times of Glory.' We need a strong cast to captivate the male audience — although, of course, women will watch it too," Briana said.Karl flashed a sly smile. "Leave it to me."Luana nudged him playfully. "No picking out hot actresses, okay?"Karl feigned innocence. "Huh? Luana, how could you think that of me?"Briana burst into laughter, easing the tension in the room. "What's this? Am I witnessing your first couple's quarrel?"Luana, trying to regain her professionalism, said, "It's not that. We just need to be careful with the casting, especially for the lead role. It's a story about war and conflict — we can't hire skinny or unattractive actors."Briana, teasing Karl, added
Luana walked back inside, looking uneasy and suspicious.Briana and Karl noticed her expression right away."What's wrong, Luana?" Briana asked."Friend, I know I was supposed to take care of things, but you need to see this for yourself," Luana replied."See what?" Briana pressed."Katrina claims she got our address from Mark."Briana chuckled. "That's ridiculous. Luana, you know very well my husband didn't want anyone in my family knowing where we live.""Then how else could Katrina have found out? It wasn't me," Luana insisted.Karl raised his hands defensively. "Hey, don't look at me!"Briana sighed. "Alright, let's see what this drama is all about. Come on."The three of them headed toward the entrance of the house.Outside, Katrina grinned as she saw the trio approaching."Well, here come the superhero trio," she said smugly.Briana crossed her arms, already tired of the confrontation. "I'm getting really fed up with these games, Katrina. Just tell me — how did you find out wher