Next Monday. The Vasconcelos Mansion was in ‘celebration’ with Christopher’s return. He had left the hospital but still needed crutches due to his casted foot. “I broke the very foot I used to try to brake hard and desperately,” Christopher joked while in the foyer. Gilson hugged him tightly. “What matters is that you’re still alive, kid!” “That’s right!” Claudia shot a disdainful look at Sandro and Nadir. “Unlike your sister, you won’t be kicked out of here.” “We still need to talk about that, folks,” Christopher said seriously. “This injustice needs to be corrected.” Sandro couldn’t hold back and interjected, “You want to talk about injustice, nephew?” Nadir echoed disdainfully, “How about we discuss the injustice of accusing our daughter of horrible things even after the police ruled her out as a suspect?” “Katrina told me how Briana got rid of the suspicions,” Christopher retorted bitterly. Gilson stepped between Sandro and his son. “Okay, folks, let’s not fight today. S
At Ferro House, Mark and Briana had just finished breakfast. “Dear, what will we do with the information Luana gave us?” Briana asked, placing her cup on the saucer. “Should we report James to the police?” “We have no evidence, just Luana’s testimony.” Mark shook his head while wiping his lips with a linen napkin. “But the Vasconcelos family has no proof of you sabotaging other people’s cars either.” Briana exclaimed, “That didn’t stop them from making disgusting accusations against you.” “And Katrina spent a night in the slammer because of it.” Mark smiled mockingly. Briana chuckled. Any punishment for Katrina is still too little! “Anyway, maybe we can give Luana’s testimony as a lead for Sergeant Ribeiro to continue investigating,” Mark suggested. “Yes, that’s a start!” Briana calmed down. “What we heard from Chris makes a lot more sense.” “Yes, it makes more sense to believe James was the saboteur.” Mark looked toward the pool. “We know how James isn’t fully invested in thi
Gilson arrived at the LCN Group headquarters. Upon being greeted by Susana Linz, he sat down in front of her desk. Gilson felt the atmosphere suffocating him. The serious expression of the Vice President indicated that she wouldn’t bring good news. “Vice President Linz, is something wrong?” Susana sat facing him. “Do you still have the nerve to ask me that, Mr. Vasconcelos?” Gilson swallowed hard. “I don’t understand. Are you unhappy with something regarding the series?” “Yes, I’m very upset.” Susana replied. “Mr. Vasconcelos, we signed a contract with you because we thought the Vasconcelos Company deserved a chance to grow under our guidance and support. We provided our facilities and partially financed a project for a series we believed to be promising.” “I didn’t understand why you used some verbs in the past tense.” Gilson felt his heart rate quicken. Susana leaned back in her chair. “Unfortunately, we will have to reevaluate the situation of our partnership.” “What do yo
Mark showed up at the police station. Sergeant Ribeiro greeted him with respect. “Is this chair comfortable enough for you, Mr. Ferro?” Mark found the kindness a bit strange. “Yes, it is, thank you very much, Sergeant. But what’s all this about?” “I just want to make you comfortable so you can tell me everything without stress.” Ribeiro sat down across the desk. “I don’t understand.” Mark scratched his forehead. “Something tells me that the solution to this whole mystery will come from you, the man who is so often accused of being the culprit.” Ribeiro leaned back in his chair with an interested smile. “Can you explain why you think that, Sergeant?” Mark smiled slightly. “I think I’ve been watching too many movies on my days off.” Ribeiro chuckled. “In the films I watch, when the hero is cornered with false accusations of a crime, he gives it his all to solve the mystery and clear his name. Isn’t that what you’re doing, Mr. Ferro?” “You saw me hiding in my house last week,” Ma
Gilson returned to the mansion, completely distraught. Claudia was coming down the stairs, heading to their son’s temporary room. Seeing her husband with a ghostly expression, she stepped back. “Dear, what happened?” “Is Mom here?” Gilson asked in a weak tone. “Huh, your mother?” Claudia frowned and approached him, not hearing properly. “She’s watch-binging some independent series made by Glamour. Why?” “Independent series?” Gilson was puzzled. “Yes, those series that are made without great ambition to be a mega-hit, with a limited budget, usually posted directly on the Internet or streaming TV,” Claudia said in a tone that also showed her disagreement. “Why is she wasting time watching those things when she could be watching one of OUR series?” Gilson asked indignantly. “She said she’s trying out products from other companies to get better acquainted.” Claudia shrugged. “Anyway, let your mom enjoy the last years of her life however she wants. I was going to talk to Chris.” “
"Mark, we need to talk right now." Mark Ferro, coming home from work in his janitor uniform, was surprised by his wife Celia's words. He expected to greet her lovingly and give her a gift. Tomorrow, they would celebrate their first wedding anniversary. "Yes, Celia. I'm listening," Mark closed the door, approaching her. Celia's facial expression, however, didn't invite Mark to affection and hugs. She stood with crossed arms, her face indicating anger, a desire to vent. "Mark, we need to end this deplorable situation in our lives," Celia continued, "You and I work in the lowest positions at the company, we barely have enough to eat, and you can't give me what I need, let alone what I want, for a long time." Mark swallowed hard, understanding his wife's words. "I know, dear, but—" "That's why I've already decided. I want a divorce!" Celia didn't even give Mark a chance to try to argue. Her words echoed in Mark's mind for a few seconds. He thought Celia was just going to complai
The package was red and heart-shaped, very romantic to match the occasion.Mark waited for her to open it. However, Celia, in uncontrolled rage, threw the package into the kitchen trash can where they were! "Celia! What does this mean?" Mark couldn't contain himself. "What do you think? I'm getting rid of these cheap gifts bought at the stationery shop! Is this how you want to save our marriage?" Celia retorted. "You didn't even open the package! Don't you want to know what's inside?" Mark approached the trash can. "If you take the package out of the trash, keep it! I don't want anything reeking like garbage! That's the last thing I need!" Frustrated and unable to take it anymore, Celia went to her room and slammed the door shut. Mark, scared, retrieved the package from the trash bin. He hoped the contents wouldn’t be broken. Discouraged, Mark decided to go to the bathroom with the contents. Once inside, he closed the door and sat down on the latrine. The wrapping was undon
The next day, Mark decided to go to the Braspolis City Registry Office to carry out the desired divorce.They barely had the energy to eat breakfast. Mark even thought that, with Celia discouraged, perhaps she hadn’t been serious.So, inside the car, he turned to her. “Are you sure, honey?”“Sure about what?”“About what do you want to do? You look sadder and more depressed than you did before you came up with this ridiculous idea—”“Start the car already! The neighbors are watching.” Celia put on her seat belt.It wasn’t this time that they would go by car. The engine, as if it were on Mark’s side, didn’t work at all, spluttering and making horrendous noises.Celia got out of the car furious. “Ah, that’s just what I needed!”“I’ll call the mechanic,” Mark said calmly.“Forget it. I don’t want to be another second late for the registry office!” Celia turned on her heel and left the parking lot.Mark had no choice but to follow her. He found himself at the bus stop.The bus appeared an
Gilson returned to the mansion, completely distraught. Claudia was coming down the stairs, heading to their son’s temporary room. Seeing her husband with a ghostly expression, she stepped back. “Dear, what happened?” “Is Mom here?” Gilson asked in a weak tone. “Huh, your mother?” Claudia frowned and approached him, not hearing properly. “She’s watch-binging some independent series made by Glamour. Why?” “Independent series?” Gilson was puzzled. “Yes, those series that are made without great ambition to be a mega-hit, with a limited budget, usually posted directly on the Internet or streaming TV,” Claudia said in a tone that also showed her disagreement. “Why is she wasting time watching those things when she could be watching one of OUR series?” Gilson asked indignantly. “She said she’s trying out products from other companies to get better acquainted.” Claudia shrugged. “Anyway, let your mom enjoy the last years of her life however she wants. I was going to talk to Chris.” “
Mark showed up at the police station. Sergeant Ribeiro greeted him with respect. “Is this chair comfortable enough for you, Mr. Ferro?” Mark found the kindness a bit strange. “Yes, it is, thank you very much, Sergeant. But what’s all this about?” “I just want to make you comfortable so you can tell me everything without stress.” Ribeiro sat down across the desk. “I don’t understand.” Mark scratched his forehead. “Something tells me that the solution to this whole mystery will come from you, the man who is so often accused of being the culprit.” Ribeiro leaned back in his chair with an interested smile. “Can you explain why you think that, Sergeant?” Mark smiled slightly. “I think I’ve been watching too many movies on my days off.” Ribeiro chuckled. “In the films I watch, when the hero is cornered with false accusations of a crime, he gives it his all to solve the mystery and clear his name. Isn’t that what you’re doing, Mr. Ferro?” “You saw me hiding in my house last week,” Ma
Gilson arrived at the LCN Group headquarters. Upon being greeted by Susana Linz, he sat down in front of her desk. Gilson felt the atmosphere suffocating him. The serious expression of the Vice President indicated that she wouldn’t bring good news. “Vice President Linz, is something wrong?” Susana sat facing him. “Do you still have the nerve to ask me that, Mr. Vasconcelos?” Gilson swallowed hard. “I don’t understand. Are you unhappy with something regarding the series?” “Yes, I’m very upset.” Susana replied. “Mr. Vasconcelos, we signed a contract with you because we thought the Vasconcelos Company deserved a chance to grow under our guidance and support. We provided our facilities and partially financed a project for a series we believed to be promising.” “I didn’t understand why you used some verbs in the past tense.” Gilson felt his heart rate quicken. Susana leaned back in her chair. “Unfortunately, we will have to reevaluate the situation of our partnership.” “What do yo
At Ferro House, Mark and Briana had just finished breakfast. “Dear, what will we do with the information Luana gave us?” Briana asked, placing her cup on the saucer. “Should we report James to the police?” “We have no evidence, just Luana’s testimony.” Mark shook his head while wiping his lips with a linen napkin. “But the Vasconcelos family has no proof of you sabotaging other people’s cars either.” Briana exclaimed, “That didn’t stop them from making disgusting accusations against you.” “And Katrina spent a night in the slammer because of it.” Mark smiled mockingly. Briana chuckled. Any punishment for Katrina is still too little! “Anyway, maybe we can give Luana’s testimony as a lead for Sergeant Ribeiro to continue investigating,” Mark suggested. “Yes, that’s a start!” Briana calmed down. “What we heard from Chris makes a lot more sense.” “Yes, it makes more sense to believe James was the saboteur.” Mark looked toward the pool. “We know how James isn’t fully invested in thi
Next Monday. The Vasconcelos Mansion was in ‘celebration’ with Christopher’s return. He had left the hospital but still needed crutches due to his casted foot. “I broke the very foot I used to try to brake hard and desperately,” Christopher joked while in the foyer. Gilson hugged him tightly. “What matters is that you’re still alive, kid!” “That’s right!” Claudia shot a disdainful look at Sandro and Nadir. “Unlike your sister, you won’t be kicked out of here.” “We still need to talk about that, folks,” Christopher said seriously. “This injustice needs to be corrected.” Sandro couldn’t hold back and interjected, “You want to talk about injustice, nephew?” Nadir echoed disdainfully, “How about we discuss the injustice of accusing our daughter of horrible things even after the police ruled her out as a suspect?” “Katrina told me how Briana got rid of the suspicions,” Christopher retorted bitterly. Gilson stepped between Sandro and his son. “Okay, folks, let’s not fight today. S
Katrina discovered that some chick had hurt her sick brother, and by Christopher’s reaction, the wound was of the heart.“Chris, tell me NOW how did she hurt you!”“No one, sis, don’t be paranoid.”“What did Luana Barros do to you, huh?”“If you’re going to be this hysterical, then it’s better if I don’t tell you. I don’t want you to do something crazy.”Katrina shook Christopher. “She was the girl you were interested in, right? Briana’s best friend? They both must have plotted something to hurt you! Come on, Chris, spill it!”“Forget it, and stop shaking me!” Christopher struggled. “If Dr. Vargas showed up here, he would kick you out.”“I don’t give a damn about Dr. Vargas!” Katrina shouted at the top of her lungs.A nurse appeared with a frown. “Mrs. Ross, we ask for respect and silence here.”“Go take care of your job, you hellish nurse! Nobody called you here!”“Alright.” The nurse hurriedly left.The multi-parameter monitor began recording Christopher’s accelerated heart rate.“S
Mark listened to the entire conversation that took place between Luana and Christopher in his hospital room.Vargas had previously placed a bug recorder to capture what promised to be an important discussion.As Mark suspected, the conversation was indeed revealing...Mark smiled in satisfaction as he heard Luana efficiently extract the secret from the deluded and foolish Christopher.Hearing Christopher come to terms with the truth and cry like a baby brought a smile to Mark’s lips.Karl noticed from his desk. “Are you watching funny videos on the Internet, Mark?”“Not exactly. I’m smiling at the prospect of Luana showing up to share the outcome of her conversation,” Mark replied.“You act like you know she got something out of him.” Karl was surprised.“I trust your girlfriend’s abilities.” Mark chuckled.Briana entered their office, anxious. “Mark, Luana called me. She’s on her way, but she told me a bit about it.”“Did she manage to get anything?” Mark took off his headphones and
Luana is astounded by the revelations Christopher shared about James. “So, instead of opening your sister’s eyes, you prefer to keep secrets to blackmail James at a future moment?” Luana scolded him with her arms crossed. “Chris, don’t you realize this will cause you problems?” “Well, I didn’t think James was a murderer, just an insatiable adulterer,” Christopher sighed in disappointment. “Well, now we have a strong reason to believe that he was the one who sabotaged your car, not Mark.” Luana stood up. Christopher raised his hand, trying to stop her. “What’s wrong?” Luana noticed. “You’re not going to tell Briana, are you?” “Do you want to keep this nonsense going? The police are running around in circles like a headless chicken trying to find the culprit!” “We have the perfect culprit: Mark,” Christopher retorted, shrugging. “IMPOSSIBLE!” Luana exclaimed indignantly. “The police have already ruled Mark out as a suspect. I heard your conversation with Sergeant Ribeiro. And I
Mark isn’t bothered at all by Gilson wanting to make a scene in the café. “Why are you so calm when my son is bedridden in the hospital?” “I’m not exactly calm,” Mark replied serenely. “I just don’t allow that to disrupt my life’s routine. Should I mourn as if your son were dead? From what I heard, he woke up and is recovering.” Gilson sat down at Mark’s table. “Not thanks to you! If it depended on your scheming, my son would be dead!” “You have absolutely no proof that I had anything to do with this.” Mark sipped another gulp of his macchiato. “Repeating this endlessly won’t make that theory true.” “We’re looking for evidence because WE KNOW it was you!” Gilson replied in a low, more threatening tone. “We won’t rest until we have you behind bars, where you belong.” “What a pathetic life you lead.” Mark shook his head in disdain. “What do you mean by that?” Gilson was outraged. “You dedicate yourselves to making others’ lives hell instead of taking care of your own business.