In the coffee room, Mary Ellen sipped on her filtered water instead of coffee when suddenly, Celia burst in, nearly toppling the coffee table and everything on it."Celia! Be careful, you almost knocked over the coffee thermos!" Mary Ellen exclaimed, stepping forward.Celia, clearly frustrated, retorted, "I hope everything falls so I can get fired for it!"Mary Ellen, now closer, looked at her with concern. "You can't be serious. Come on, tell Aunt Mary Ellen what's going on."Parking the cart in the corner, Celia replied, "You're not old enough to be my aunt.""It's just a figure of speech," Mary Ellen brushed it off. "Now, tell me what's bothering you."Celia sighed deeply, her voice full of frustration. "Mark's happiness and Manager Vasconcelos really bother me. Mary Ellen, tell me what's happening to me!""You're suffering from disillusionment," Mary Ellen said calmly."Disillusionment? But how?" Celia looked shocked. "I was sure — no, I AM sure — that Mark still loves me. Why els
Adrian and James met at the restaurant in Rocha Hotel.But they were so upset about recent events that they didn't even use the special menu according to their status; they simply went to the guest common area, settling for a basic menu.With glasses of the cheapest wine and gnocchi that seemed to have been reheated by the cooks, they complained about Mark and life."So the idiot 'resolved' the Lamborghini situation by having your wife apologize to Briana?" Adrian chuckled.James, eternally in love with Briana, replied grimly, "I was talking to Briana when Katrina took my phone and started the cursing."Briana got sick, and Mark wanted revenge for that. As far as I'm concerned, there was no more fitting punishment for my reckless wife who only made things worse."Adrian raised an eyebrow, noticing. "You have a special fondness for Briana Vasconcelos, huh?""She doesn't deserve to be married to someone like Mark Ferro, do you think?" James asked in a somewhat threatening tone, casting
"Yes, Regis?""They are calling for you… Sandro Vasconcelos!"Briana let her cutlery drop to the table with a clatter."What the hell is my father doing here?" Briana exclaimed indignantly."I don't know, Madame Ferro, we're very sorry!" Regis reacted fearfully as if it were his fault. "We don't know how Madame's and Mr. Ferro's address got leaked to the family."Briana and Luana exchanged knowing glances.Of course, if Mark gave the address to Katrina to show up, she certainly took the opportunity to share it with everyone!"Madame, should I give the order?"Briana saw Regis reach into his suit and wondered if he had a hidden weapon, and that 'giving the order' meant 'executing Sandro summarily.'"Have him wait in the living room. We are having lunch. I assume he had lunch to come at this hour, right?"Regis nodded, bowed, and hurried out.Luana said between giggles, "Hehe, my friend Briana, you know how to be fierce when needed, huh? May I never disagree with you!""You're chill." B
Mark sat back down at the desk once again, satisfied with the outcome of this lesson he had delivered to the fools who dared to make his wife sad.He flipped through the Lamborghini purchase documentation with an indifferent look, as if he were reading a mere electricity bill.But if James had read carefully, he would have noticed that Mark had not financed the car in 120 installments of R$ 35,000.00.Mark had bought the car IN FULL.Moreover, the payment had already been made.Mark had managed to get a discount, but still, nobody besides Lord Ferro would have the means to purchase the car like that, paying in one go.James was so stunned that he hadn't realized this, only wanting to rid himself of the purchase of a car he wouldn't get to enjoy!******After making him wait for nearly an hour, Briana finally appeared in the living room to talk to her father.Her expression was uninviting, and her posture was not what one would expect from a host."Good afternoon, daughter.""I hope yo
For a moment, as Briana thought her father was changing, Sandro's questions made her give up any hope.She frowned and retorted, "See? There you go again talking about money, appearances, status, 'who's paying for this'..."Come on, Dad, can't we have a normal conversation? It's about this; it's exactly what I want to escape from.""Daughter, listen to me!" Sandro stood up. "You complain that we didn't welcome Mark at Gilson's birthday party, but you have to admit you didn't act very well showing up without telling us you got married!"How did you expect us to react? Even if you'd shown up with one of your grandmother's candidates, we would have found the sudden marriage strange."Briana bit her lower lip, not knowing how to rebut that.Sandro continued in a fatherly tone, "Moreover, we still don't know what really happened for you to marry Mark so quickly. You haven't been honest with us about that, Briana."Therefore, since you're expecting honesty and respect from us, let's expect
Celia didn't know how to react to Mark's attitude.In fact, it was very simple. Mark only had one approach, which was mere tolerance.It was Celia who confused things, seeing an unresolved passion in Mark that didn't exist in the real world.That's why she felt confused when she encountered the Mark of the real world acting with her as employer and employee.Thinking this was a matter for analysis, Celia spoke up, "Mark, it's about time you decided. What do you want from me?""What do I want from you? That you work," Mark replied distantly."That's it?" Celia smiled slightly. "You know, I've been thinking about our last conversation.""And you decided to distance yourself from Adrian Curtis before I fire him?" Mark asked dryly."Uh... Mark, I'll only distance myself from Adrian if it's worth it," Celia chose to take a risk.Mark shook his head. "Typical of you, Celia. You only look for advantages, benefits... It doesn't matter if the guy assaults you in front of everyone; if he gives
"And it's my fault if people are afraid of me, when I've never harmed them?" Katrina verbalized her outrage."That's what they say, dear: aura, vibrations." Gilson stood up from his presidential chair. "Did you come to see your husband? He's in the office, dealing with the cast of your series.""And Grandma Althea, is she watching the recaps of 'Love Spins the World'?" Katrina rolled her eyes disdainfully and headed for the drinks table.There, she picked a bottle of cognac valued at R$ 15,000, precisely the most expensive among all the bottles on the table.Gilson approached, suddenly feeling the urge to drink too."Be patient with your grandmother, dear.""Never," Katrina shook her head. "As long as Briana exists in this world, as long as grandma always compares me to her... I won't be able to have patience, happiness, none of that.""Why do you sometimes seem so determined to defeat Briana?" Gilson raised his eyebrows."Just like you defeated Uncle Sandro," Katrina produced a malic
Inside the elevator, those with her felt suffocated by her strong breath of brandy.Upon exiting, a staff member at the entrance quickly volunteered, "Mrs. Ross, let us arrange a ride by app for you!""No need, I'm fine!" Katrina waved her hands, nearly hitting the young man who tried to help her.As she left, Katrina began to suspect something was off when she had difficulty recognizing her car.She shook her head to clear the fog surrounding her thoughts, but it only made her hair shine under the sunlight reflecting in the parking garage.She let out a loud laugh, echoing as if it were the best joke in the world. "Five shots of brandy, and life is a party!" she thought as she stumbled toward her car.The key trembled in her hands, almost slipping away, but she managed to insert it into the ignition as if passing through a magical portal.The engine roared with an enthusiastic growl, almost applauding her triumphant return to the world of drivers.Katrina accelerated, making the car