In Edmund’s office, he was nervous about having to give Matthew news that he didn’t want to hear.“Mr. Sterling... I’m very sorry to tell you that, unfortunately, we haven’t been able to find any evidence or explanation for the arrival of that painting here.”“What do you mean?” Matthew was surprised.“I mean that, at the moment, we don’t know if that painting came here by mail, by personal delivery, or if it appeared by magic!” Edmund exclaims, sitting at the desk.“So we don’t have the name of the person, or the ‘anonymous donor’?” Matthew sits on the avocado-colored sofa, “At least this proves ONE thing.”“What?”“This painting came with a purpose. And it’s malicious.” Matthew strokes his chin, thinking.“What should we do? Is Mr. Rios available to talk?” Edmund swallows hard.“Patty suggested that.” Matthew sighs, “We’ll probably have to return some of the money as compensation. I can’t promise the exact amount because we have already started investing the money.”“I know. They st
The next day, Ricardo published in his column the formal clarification from Matthew and Patricia regarding their previous relationships, absolving Ron Silva of any guilt.At breakfast in the dining room of the Sterling Mansion, Abner and Alice discussed this.“So you decided to calm the hearts of those who felt wronged, huh?” Abner asked casually.“Yes, Grandpa Abner.” Matthew nodded as he poured himself coffee, “Now we hope that these people will turn the page once and for all.”“And to think you had to write a fat check for them...” Patricia still couldn’t believe it.“Let that go, Patty.” Alice comforted her, “What your grandfather gave was mere pocket change for us.”“My eternal concern with blackmailers is that they feel entitled to come back to the source of money, demanding more.” Patricia stated, “Why would it be any different with the Cardoso family?”Abner had a stern expression as he replied, “I told that idiot that if he tried to extort more money or cause a scandal about
At the Gibraltar Club, Patricia and Othon meet to talk. A waiter had already served them gin and tonic.“Mr. Rios...”“Please, call me Othon. I’m an artist, not a formal politician,” Othon jokes, always charismatic.Patricia laughs, relaxing. “Okay, Othon. Unfortunately, I need to make you furious and curse at me.”Othon takes a sip of his drink, interested. “And may I know the reason for that?”“Well, something unforgivable happened during the auction.” Patricia becomes serious.“Hmm... what a coincidence... they talked to me yesterday about the auction and the painting I bought.” Othon smiles slightly.“I hope it wasn’t to gossip.” Patricia looks apprehensive. She hurriedly continues, “Othon, unfortunately, what I have to tell you is that... Theodore Damascene raised questions about the authenticity of that painting.”Othon’s smile fades.“Excuse me? What did you say, Miss Borges?”Patricia sighs. “I know, we made an unforgivable mistake. I didn’t know that the painting ‘Sweet Journ
Cindy was still at her parents’ house, talking about her love life progress.“So, you’re not going to pursue Matt anymore, daughter?” Germano asked, “You know, we want the best for you.”“I know, dad. Don’t worry. I told Jasmine that when she visited us,” Cindy affirmed.Germano and Zilda exchanged knowing gazes. They eavesdropped on the conversation but pretended to be in the kitchen eating walnut cookies.But hearing Cindy’s answer from her mouth was another story. They felt more at ease with her conviction.“By the way, I haven’t told you yet.” Cindy smiled hopefully, “During my stay at the Andrade Clinic, Jackson visited me. He said what I needed to hear, that I needed to forget about Matt if I wanted to continue living. So, he gave me another chance.”Germano and Zilda exchanged looks once again.“What did you tell him, daughter?” Zilda asked.“I didn’t say much. I was still feeling unwell and a bit groggy from the medication. But I thought a lot about his words... And I believe
“Where were you, Mom?” Matthew asked as they entered the living room.Sheila walked slower than usual, making faces from time to time, and sat on the nearest side of the couch.“Do I really need to ask?” Matthew sat in the armchair, “I was informed that Jonah Lopes intends to move here. Did he say something about my book?”Sheila sighed, “He will send a copy attached in the next email to you and Elaine.”“And did he tell you that before or after he—”“SON!” Sheila gave Matthew a warning look, “Don’t be like that. I’m tired and was planning to go upstairs so no one would see me.”“Mom, why do you make it easier for my grandmother to talk about you?” Matthew crossed his arms.Sheila widened her eyes. “What your grandmother says shouldn’t be your concern. Son, you have a conglomerate to inherit and work for. You have so many more important things to worry about than my personal life...”“I still find time to think about you,” Matthew spoke in a protective tone, “I won’t abandon you for a
Matthew and Theodore Damascene prepare for a serious conversation.Theodore sits on the hotel room bed. "Mr. Sterling, what do you want with this accusation? Couldn't I talk to the journalist Cindy Cardoso? No one passed me any memo."Matthew chooses the same chair to sit. "It's not about a formal memo. You know how ex-girlfriends act: always wanting to harm and get revenge on the one who 'stole' their status."Theodore shakes his head, "No, it's not always like that. There are women who move on with their lives and invest in a new love. If journalist Cardoso is of the first type, I can only regret. She's a bombshell, could have any man she wanted.""But she wants to harm my current fiancée," Matthew asserts, "When she found out about the forged painting, she saw it as a great opportunity to tarnish her reputation. And you, without realizing, helped her.""I didn't accuse Miss Borges of being involved in a black market scheme!" Theodore gets angry, "If that's what's in the article, th
Ricardo is uncomfortable with Matthew suggesting that Cindy be fired."Matthew, do you know what would happen if Cindy were fired? Everything you're going through would only get worse." Ricardo tries to discourage him from the idea.However, Matthew leans back in the presidential chair and maintains a cold and intimidating gaze. "Do you prefer her to continue at LCN causing problems, and bothering people who were interviewed by her?"Ricardo shakes his head. "No... Maybe Mr. Torquato...""What was the complaint this time? You said it had something to do with Theodore Damascene?" Matthew smirks, "I visited him in his hotel room questioning him about why he opened his mouth to Cindy. We were resolving this issue of the painting in secret.""I know. Mr. Damascene realized he was used as a pawn in Cindy's romantic intrigue and complained to me." Ricardo sighs, "Although Cindy didn't mention names, everyone will interpret the article as a criticism toward Patricia Borges for 'allowing' the
The next day, Cindy was celebrating with her parents, clinking coffee cups at the breakfast table.Zilda had prepared the most lavish breakfast imaginable: French bread, salami, mozzarella cheese, ham, orange juice, yogurt, cream cheese, cornbread, and the famous walnut cookies."A toast to the beginning of the most spectacular relationship that Blue Cove will witness!" Cindy exclaims, feeling victorious."CHEERS!" Zilda and Germano yelled triumphantly.After that, they began to attack the options. Cindy didn't know if she could eat everything."Mom, you went overboard here. There was no need for so much.""We needed to, yes. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, as doctors and nutritionists always say." Zilda enjoys the cornbread, "Hmm... Try this, dear. It's a healthier option for you."Germano was cleverly choosing salami and ham. "Ah... OK... So, daughter, are you going to announce your dating in your column?""If Ricardo Montegrande doesn't bother me..." Cindy's smile
At Silva Oil Company, Kirk appeared in Leonardo’s office. Fernando and Marta had already left. “KIRK!” Leonardo abruptly stood up from his desk. “How are you, my young man!” “Mr. Silva?” Kirk was surprised by such reverence. “I didn’t know you cared so much about me...” “Cut the small talk! You just had a seizure and looked like you were going to die in my company,” Leonardo gestured for the employee to sit down. “Now I want to know all the details. Don’t hide anything from this curious old man.” Kirk smiled and sat down. “Well, sir, there’s not much to tell. I was stupid enough to fall for the siren’s song.” “In this case, the cocaine song, right?” Leonardo leaned forward. “What do you intend to do from here on out?” “Obviously, I promised myself and my family that I wouldn’t use that cr*p anymore. It wasn’t worth all the drama and suffering,” Kirk replied honestly. “That’s good. Then you can continue from where you left off,” Leonardo smiled, relieved. “That’s about what I w
In Urbano Magazine, Cindy returned with the printed sheet, extending it to Andreia. “Read this not-so-pretentious article, my friend,” Cindy declared. Andreia took the paper and read it. A smile formed at the right corner of her mouth. “Cool... nothing so blatantly accusatory, but clear enough for any semi-literate person to understand that Elaine knocked over that pyramid of champagne glasses, causing a scene at the book signing.” “Of course, I won’t say she did it because the honored author was her enemy’s mother,” Cindy replied mischievously. “You don’t want to risk Matt’s wrath.” Andreia stood up, a bit slowly due to her pregnancy. “Speaking of which, how did he react after your dad’s video?” “I didn’t bring it up with him,” Cindy shook her head. “If I mention it, people will say I still love him.” “And you don’t want to do anything to ruin your relationship with Jackson,” Andreia repeated. “Cindy, it’s commendable that you’re more committed and focused on having someone in
Fernando appeared in the kitchen wearing gray sweatpants. Liz, who was sour and bitter, smiled pathetically with her gaze fixed on her husband’s pants. “Good morning, son. What’s new?” Ronaldo replied rudely, “The news is seeing my mother still able to walk!” “RON!” Liz was startled. Fernando shook his head. “Son, don’t be disrespectful. Your mother and I are trying to be as discreet as possible.” Ronaldo shot back, “Just missing discretion when discussing my fiancée, huh? Can we talk about that now?” Liz pursed her lips. “I was so happy when I woke up, but you made sure to ruin my day.” “Mom, we can’t avoid the obvious!” Ronaldo turned to Fernando. “Matt told me that Elaine was reprimanded.” “And I will never agree to that!” Liz shouted. “Elaine was a victim of that tough girl from the slums! She could have died from a cut to her jugular!” “But Elaine provoked Patty’s wrath by saying those nasty things,” Fernando reasoned as he served himself breakfast. “Couldn’t Patricia a
Silva Penthouse, Monday morning. Ronaldo was walking down the hallway to the kitchen in just his boxer shorts when the suite door opened. Liz was smiling a little too much, looking like she was about to dance ballet. “Mom! Long time no see!” “Yes, son, I had a wonderful time with your father!” Liz replied suggestively. Ronaldo blushed to the roots of his hair. “Is breakfast ready?” she asked casually. “I was about to check,” Ronaldo said, heading to the kitchen. There, the coffee maker was already brewing coffee. “Nando must have prepared it in advance.” Liz took bread and butter from the fridge. Ronaldo, cautious, sat down at the table. He noticed a tear in Liz’s nightgown. “Mom, did you and Dad make up this Sunday?” “We can say he’s no longer in love with your fiancée,” Liz replied with a mischievous smile. “Mom, stop talking about that disgusting stuff!” Ronaldo frowned. “This is all your sick imagination.” Liz simply shrugged, sitting down at the table as well. “You’r
Elaine arrived stumbling with fear and bewilderment. The truth about Bella and Nathan’s relationship was something horrifying and incredible for her to digest. “Oh my God... how did these two families let this issue intertwine like this?” Nayla was at the reception desk, smiling, waiting for Elaine to approach. But when she realized Elaine was going to walk past her, Nayla called out loudly, “ELAINE?” Elaine stopped suddenly and looked at her friend. “Oh, Nayla, I’m sorry...” “Don’t worry. I know you must be going through a lot of pressure.” Nayla stood up. “I really am. But I always have time for my friends.” Elaine smiled and approached, trying to distract her mind. “I wanted to know if there are any openings here at Golden Letters for my brother.” Nayla asked respectfully. Elaine’s smile vanished with the wind. As Nayla’s boss, she knew who the brother was. “Nayla, we’re friends, but you know I have a strong opinion against drug use and sales.” Elaine replied in a boss t
At Andrade Clinic, Charles was leading a meeting with the receptionists and security guards. Walter and Emmanuelle were present. “So, everyone, the next time Liz Silva or anyone else causes a scene at the clinic entrance, security or even the police must be called in immediately. Don’t hesitate just because the troublemaker is someone from an important family. This is a hospital clinic, not a zoo, so I demand order in the lobby. A disturbance can jeopardize the patients who are waiting for care, and I don’t want to compromise anyone’s safety, understood?” “Yes, Mr. Andrade!” everyone responded in unison. “Okay, everyone can return to your posts.” The staff went back to work. Linda gave Walter a brief kiss before leaving. “Linda, I need to ask you a quick question,” Emmanuelle called her back. Linda paused, closing the door after the last person left. “Did you check with your parents if it’s safe to go home?” “No, Emmanuelle. The conversation with Gus was so good that I forgot
In Matthew’s suite, he was now buttoning the cuffs of his genuine cotton dress shirt. Elaine had also gotten out of the bathtub, unable to continue relaxing, and was now putting on her work suit.The memory of the Golden Letters prompted Matthew to strike up a conversation. “Did you remove a glass from the base of the pyramid?” Elaine stared at Matthew as if he were the devil. “What? How can you throw a question like that out of nowhere?” “I just asked a question, woman, answer me.” Elaine shook her head as she walked to the sofa to put on her high heels. “This is inconceivable. Your mind is always revolving around Patricia’s issues. You never forget her, and then tell me I don’t need to worry.” “Was the champagne glass pyramid made for an occasion involving Patricia?” Matthew countered logically. “No, but it was her mother’s book signing.” Elaine angrily slipped on her shoes. “Well, I remembered that many claimed the embarrassment happened because someone removed a glass from
Monday. Elaine was relaxing in the bathtub of her husband’s suite. Matthew stepped out of the shower stall, drying his hair with a white towel as he walked to the double sink. The sight of Matthew’s exposed body startled Elaine for a few seconds, but then she took advantage of the beautiful view, smiling mischievously. “It hardly feels like it’s Monday,” she commented casually. Matthew was washing his face as he said, “Yes, it’s Monday, the day to take care of important things after we relax our nerves on Sunday.” Elaine pursed her lips and retorted, “If I relaxed my nerves, it’s because they were in shambles. It’s not like me to live in constant stress, darling. I might not get the chance to calm down in the future.” Matthew turned off the faucet and grabbed a face towel. “Are you saying you would be willing to reduce your contact with Aunt Liz?” Elaine could no longer relax. “What does that mean?” Matthew tossed the towel onto the sink and turned to his wife. “I don’t like t
In the Silva Penthouse, Liz took advantage of the wreckage of the coffee table to create more drama. “Here we have it, darling! The COFFEE TABLE is SHATTERED with Elaine’s body thanks to Patty—” “SHUT UP!” Fernando slammed the door shut. Liz trembled in panic, staring wide-eyed at her furious husband. “But what is this? Why are you angry with me, darling, when you should be furious with Patty—” “I command silence, and you keep babbling even more!” Fernando went to the utility room to grab a broom. Liz quickly grabbed her phone and took a picture of the shattered coffee table. Maybe this will come in handy for her in the future... “So, what are we going to do about this?” Liz shouted for Fernando to hear. Fernando returned with a broom and a dustpan in hand. “Don’t tell me you’re going to sweep this up!” Liz reacted horrified. “Let the maid clean it up on Monday!” “I won’t have a living room full of glass shards until Monday. I want to watch TV tomorrow!” Fernando’s ferocity