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Here Comes the Lord Chapter 94 Went to the Caribbean but Didn’t Get Tanned?
Frank tried to get up from the table where he was, maneuvering around friends and 'dancers' sprawled around him.Last night, they had overindulged in drinking and… “Um… Katrina, my dear daughter-in-law! What do you mean you’re not in the Caribbean?” Katrina raised her eyebrows. “You immediately asked if I was NOT in the Caribbean. Your subconscious gave you away.” Frank rolled his eyes in boredom. “Does my daughter-in-law have a degree in psychology or psychiatry? Otherwise, I have better things to do with my time.” “I can smell your cheap vodka breathe from here,” Katrina retorted. “If your son is there, put him on the line, please. I’m back at the Vasconcelos Mansion and my parents still haven’t seen me.” Frank’s heart raced. “Um… my daughter, I didn’t even know in my wildest dreams that my son wasn’t with you. I swore you two were enjoying your honeymoon!” “Those past tense verbs don’t inspire confidence,” Katrina was not falling for her father-in-law’s lies. “OK, tell your s
Here Comes the Lord Chapter 95 The Husband is Tanned; the Wife is Not
The next day, Braspolis was abuzz when they discovered that Glamour had won the selection for a collaborative project with the LCN Group. The Economics section of the LCN newspaper was overwhelmed with numerous comments from curious onlookers and businesspeople perplexed by the group president's decision. However, they could not even question him. The president was still on his honeymoon. Indeed, when the announcement was made, Mark cleverly decided to celebrate by restarting their incessant and voracious marital love marathon without telling his wife the reason.Briana had barely begun to walk again, but... Susana Linz smiled in understanding when she received a message from Mark instructing her to take care of everything. Thus, she released a press statement explaining the decision. "As Vice President of the LCN Group, we inform you that the fashion and consulting company Glamour surprised us with its innovative proposal to expand its territory into the world of television an
Here Comes the Lord Chapter 96 Eliminating the Suspicions
"Well, now that I see my sister knows how to stand up for herself, I'll go back to sleep." Christopher finally adjusted his sweatpants and left, only now realizing he was barefoot when he felt the cold floor on his feet. After the door was closed, James massaged his sore cheek. "That's going to leave a mark." "No, your tan will disguise the slap mark." Katrina rolled her eyes and ground her teeth in dissatisfaction. "ARGH! James, why did you do this to me? This must've been your father's idea! When I called him, I could smell his cheap vodka breath!" "Did you call or talk to him?" James looked confused. Katrina raised her hand again. "Don't irritate me! We need to come up with another story to explain to my parents and Grandma Althea why you're tanned and I'm not!" "What did you say?" James sat down on the couch. "I said I slathered on a lot of sunscreen!" Katrina exclaimed indignantly. "Then tell them that I, as a man, didn't put on much and got burned." James unbuttoned his b
Here Comes the Lord Chapter 97 Time to Go Back
Friday, on a tropical deserted island. The only mansion built in this island bore witness to the fervent, frantic, and incessant union of the newlyweds who had arrived the week before. The bed had managed to withstand the incessant jolting and banging of the headboard against the wall in sync with the voracious and wild rhythm of its owner. However, now it was time to leave. Having completed another marathon, the couple's heads emerged from under the sheets, both red and sweaty. Mark, the smiling husband, commented, "Well, darling, the playground is over. We need to go back." "Really?" Briana asked sarcastically, unable to even lean against the headboard of the bed. "That's too bad, right?" Mark stretched his mischievous smile. "Oh, I didn't know you needed more. Looks like I haven't been efficient yet..." "Hey, can you not understand a simple joke?" Briana exclaimed quickly, fearing that Mark would jump on her for... How many times had they? She had already lost count! Mark
Here Comes the Lord Chapter 98 Mark is Promoted
As soon as the helicopter entered a wide area with cell signal, Briana's phone quickly connected and began to beep with notifications. DING! Missed call. DING! 52 unread messages. DING! Luana Barros sent you a voice message. "Damn!" Briana complained, frowning as she felt her phone vibrating in her pocket like a massage tool. "Did these people not know I was away?" "It's curiosity." Mark joked, "Although the wedding was widely publicized, our honeymoon was completely off the media." "Thank goodness! Unless the staff leaked my screams begging for mercy and you 'doing' just the opposite..." Briana teased, poking him on the shoulder. "Get used to it, dear." Mark warned her with a smile, though his tone was commanding. Briana felt shivers down her spine. Would they continue like this in their day-to-day life? What about her parents? Looking out at the horizon, Briana realized they were not heading toward the neighborhood where their apartment was. "Where are we going?" "Where
Here Comes the Lord Chapter 99 Vila Pau-Brasil
"Dear, how about we head to the second floor?" "I want to see a bit more down here!" Briana's voice echoed through the kitchen. Mark, smiling and finding it amusing, signaled for the pilots to take their bags upstairs. Stopping in the middle of the foyer and observing the L-shaped staircase, Mark nodded in approval. Maybe he should sell or keep his home in Sunset Village on standby and stay here. His original plan was to reveal his identity to Celia and both return to Lagoon City. Celia was equally poor and didn't have many roots in Braspolis. She could start her life anew in Lagoon City. But Briana was different. She had a traditional family, business, friends, roots... It wouldn't be easy for her to leave all that behind. In fact, numerous circumstances forced Mark to stay in Braspolis, caring for his wife. Briana approached him with flushed cheeks. "Mark, did you see the garage outside? It's amazing; there's space for at least ten cars! You could collect—" Mark interrupte
Here Comes the Lord Chapter 100 Briana Connects to the World of the Living
Monday, workday. Briana's cell phone alarm went off, and she managed to stretch her arm to silence it, grumbling sleepily. "Urgh... Sleep was so good..." Briana looked to the side and saw her sly husband still sleeping on his back, wearing an almost imperceptible smile. With the blankets covering from his belly down, Briana admired her lord's face and chest with a smile of approval. However, fearing he would wake up and repeat their Saturday marathon, she quickly got up, transforming from fiery to shy and modest wife. On Saturday, she had been on the balcony admiring the landscape when two hands grabbed her by the waist and led her to the bed. Only on Sunday did her mischievous husband give her time to rest, while he left the suite as if he wasn't the least bit tired! Was that a benefit of the military training Mark said he had? Anyway, those thoughts were shoved to the back of Briana's mind as she picked out a formal outfit for work. Being alone in the mansion, Briana went
Here Comes the Lord Chapter 101 Meeting Confirmed
"Of course not!" Briana's downcast expression turned resolute in a matter of seconds. "They made me sign a family relations cessation agreement, right? Hundreds of guests served as witnesses." Luana reacts with relief, placing her hand on her chest. "Phew, thank goodness! Be strong and unshakable, dear friend. Count on me for whatever comes your way. You look like you were heading out to work." "Yes, I need to know about my 'project.'" Briana and Luana exchange three kisses on each other's cheeks. After Luana leaves, Briana immediately heads upstairs, determined to wake her mischievous husband. She thought about waking him, but to her surprise, Mark was already awake, putting on his clothes. It was the same simple outfit he wore when they traveled. "Mark, you're wearing last week's outfit." "My stuff is at your apartment," Mark replied with a smile. "Did you sleep well?" "Yes, and I'd like to keep sleeping. Reality is too cruel." Briana looks at one of the desks, "My laptop wa
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Chapter 406 Mark Searches His Wife
Mark sprinted through the Glamour parking lot like a man possessed, his eyes darting between cars.Every vehicle he saw belonged to someone he knew—employees, executives, people with no reason to be involved.His frustration mounted as he reached the guard booth.Inside, Mauro, the usual attendant, slid the tinted window open.“Yes, Manager Ferro?” Mauro asked, his voice tinged with curiosity.“Did you see a car speeding out of here, carrying my wife?” Mark’s words were clipped, his tone sharp.Mauro’s jaw dropped, and his face paled. “No, Manager Ferro! No car came through here in a rush. If there had been a commotion, we’d have seen it and called the police!”“What about Viviana?” Mark pressed.“I haven’t seen her pass either,” Mauro admitted.Mark shook his head, his expression darkening further.******At Karl and Luana’s apartment, Luana entered the living room, rubbing her neck as the effects of the drug began to set in.Karl stood nearby, awkwardly clutching her blazer around h
Chapter 405 The Evil Plan Worked Out
Briana worked diligently at her computer, oblivious to the chaos unfolding outside.She paused her typing and reached for her coffee.The steam curling from the cup hinted at its freshness, but before she could take a sip...The door burst open with a force that made it seem like it had been kicked in.Briana nearly jumped out of her chair in fright.The same henchmen from the day before entered, their expressions dark and menacing.Without hesitation, they approached Briana and yanked her out of her seat. She struggled fiercely against their grip.“Hey, what’s going on? Who are you?!” Briana shouted.“Sorry, miss. Boss’s orders,” one of the henchmen replied gruffly.“HELP!” Briana screamed.One of the men quickly gagged her while the other held her tightly. Despite her muffled protests and frantic thrashing, they subdued her with practiced ease.One of them glanced at her desk. From his point of view, the steaming coffee cup sat untouched.“She didn’t drink it,” he noted.“Doesn’t ma
Chapter 403 It’s a Matter of Coffee
Briana and Luana were chatting animatedly about work, each seated at their desks. Luana shook her thermos, frowning at the emptiness.“Where’s the coffee lady?” Luana muttered.A soft ding came from Briana’s phone. She checked it and smiled. “Mark says she just dropped off fresh coffee for him and Karl.”Luana’s head shot up. “Karl! Oh, he’s here? That dog didn’t call me...”Briana’s smile faded as she stood. “He didn’t call you?”Luana shook her head, her expression turning serious. “And he didn’t come home last night.”“That’s odd,” Briana replied, frowning. “You should go to their office and see what’s going on.”Luana stood as well, her determination clear.As she opened the door, she nearly collided with Viviana, who was entering with the coffee cart.“Coffee, ladies,” Viviana announced with a saccharine smile.Luana’s tone turned sharp. “I hope your boss told you that you’ve been serving us old coffee while giving the fresh brew to the men.”Viviana’s jaw tightened, her teeth cl
Chapter 403 Glamour’s Dress Code
Mark entered his old, dimly lit apartment, greeted by Regis at the door.Lord Ferro’s expression was cold and detached, as if the matter at hand — Christopher’s life — was of little significance.“He’s in the bedroom, getting dressed,” Regis informed him.Mark’s tone was sharp. “Isn’t he ready yet?”Regis smirked faintly and disappeared into the bedroom.Moments later, he and Vargas reappeared, dragging Christopher into the living room.Christopher’s shirtless torso and haphazardly zipped pants betrayed his interrupted efforts to dress.“Hey, I wasn’t done getting dressed— what the hell are you doing here?” Christopher demanded. “I’ve already told them everything I know!”Mark’s voice was calm, yet chilling. “I just want to make sure you understand your situation, Christopher.”A shiver ran down Christopher’s spine. “I thought Alan Campos Rocha was handling this. Who are you, really, Mark?”Mark’s gaze didn’t waver. “I am exactly what you see.”Christopher’s indignation flared. “No sl
Chapter 402 He’s Still My Man!
Mark’s Old Apartment.Regis tossed a blanket over Christopher, covering him from the waist down. The gesture did little to alleviate Christopher’s discomfort, his unease palpable in the stale air of the room.Meanwhile, Vargas reappeared, dustpan in hand, sweeping up the pile of dirt he had gathered.“Did you come here as hitmen or housemaids?” Christopher quipped, his sarcasm cutting through the silence.Vargas scowled. “Hey, you’re not in a position to be making jokes, smartass!”A faint smile tugged at Christopher’s lips. At least he still had his wit.Regis, unamused, turned to him with a stern expression. “Mr. Vasconcelos, have you reflected on the consequences of your actions?”Christopher’s reply was quick and deflective. “I just wanted to return to my studies.”“Without saying goodbye to your family? Without confessing the truth that could set you free?” Regis pressed.Christopher smirked bitterly. “I don’t exactly feel liberated right now.”Regis remained impassive. “Mr. Vasc
Chapter 401 Back to the Origins
The apartment where Mark and Celia once lived still bore the marks of abandonment and poverty, worsened now by neglect and the absence of constant care.The air was heavy, the space cluttered. Yet, Vargas lounged on the dingy couch, idly scrolling through his phone, his lips curling into a faint smile as he chuckled at a comedic reel.The front door creaked open, and Regis stepped inside.His nose wrinkled in distaste at the sight of the disheveled apartment.The instincts of a butler immediately kicked in, compelling him to search for a broom as he passed Vargas, who remained engrossed in his phone.The trending dance music playing from Vargas’s phone added to the room’s chaotic ambiance.Moments later, Regis returned with a battered broom, its bristles worn and frayed.“Is this all we have?” he asked, holding up the broom in dismay.Vargas finally looked up, surprised. “Hey, we’re not here to clean. We’re here to watch over our prisoner.”Regis shot him a stern glare. “Get off that
Chapter 400 Taking Risks
The next morning dawned over Braspolis with a soft glow, the aerial view of the city bathed in golden light. The day promised a mix of tranquility and tension, a contrast that echoed in the lives of its inhabitants.Mark and Briana lay nestled together in the comfort of their bed. The silence of the room was abruptly interrupted by the simultaneous blaring of their phone alarms, making any attempt to continue sleeping impossible.Briana groaned. “Wow, who can sleep with this going on?”Mark chuckled softly. “No one. That’s the point.”Reluctantly, Mark reached over to silence his alarm while Briana did the same on her side.With a resigned sigh, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and slipped her feet into her slippers.“I wonder how things are with my family right now,” she murmured, her gaze distant.Mark, still searching for his boxers, glanced at her. “You’re dying to find out, aren’t you? Why don’t you just go over there?”Briana turned to face him, catching the implicati
Chapter 399 Carrying a Carpet
Mark entered his study, exhaling deeply after a long day.The room was quiet, its dark wood paneling reflecting the faint light of the desk lamp.He approached his desk and opened his laptop, its screen flickering to life.Just as he settled into his chair, the familiar sound of footsteps announced the arrival of Regis, the ever-composed butler.“Good evening, Mr. Ferro,” Regis greeted him with a subtle nod. “We’ve taken care of the matter you requested.”Mark turned, his eyebrows lifting slightly. “Already?”Regis nodded again, his expression betraying nothing.“So, where is the runaway?” Mark asked, his voice calm but edged with curiosity.“He’s returned to Sterling University,” Regis reported. “However, he’s so ashamed of recent events that he’s refused to contact anyone from the family.”Mark’s lips curled into a satisfied smile. “He knows he’s in the wrong. He’s well aware of how badly he messed up.”Regis inclined his head slightly. “What would you like us to do next, sir?”Mark
Chapter 398 Another Vasconcelos Meeting
The living room of the Vasconcelos mansion buzzed with tension as Althea called the family together once again.The air was heavy with stress, and the expressions on everyone's faces reflected the weight of their name—a name that had long ceased to be a symbol of privilege and had instead become a burden.“I hear today was an eventful one for some of you,” Althea began, her sharp gaze sweeping across the room.Gilson frowned, suspicion creeping into his voice. “Mother... who told you?”Sandro responded with a sly, innocent smile, while Claudia pressed her lips tightly together, and Nadir absently ran her fingers over the pearl necklace that was rightfully hers.“Is it too much to ask for communication in this family?” Althea asked, her tone cutting.“Don’t confuse ‘communication’ with ‘gossip,’” Gilson snapped, his frustration boiling over.“Oh, I see,” Althea replied with icy sarcasm. “Because I’m an old woman living under this roof, I’m not supposed to know about the messes you all
