Karl opens the door to his apartment and surveys the interior, satisfied with the decoration.The apartment is already decorated, except for some basic items like a television and other electronics.He smiles with satisfaction, planning to arrange the missing items soon.Karl enters the bedroom with his suitcases and places them on the single bed.He starts unpacking clothes and, as he looks at an object, his eyes sparkle with emotion.Karl picks up a picture frame showing himself, Sheila, and Matthew when Matthew was two years old, all happy in a park.He places it on the bedside table."I'll make up for the lost time, son. I promise. In the meantime, bear without me a little longer," Karl murmurs.The doorbell rings.Karl leaves the room and heads to the living room.He opens the door to find Edmund standing outside."Edmund!" Karl exclaims, smiling broadly."Karl!" Edmund responds warmly, and they embrace."Since when have you been here, my man?" Edmund asks."A few days," Karl rep
Andreia sat at her desk with a serious expression on her face, staring at her computer without really paying attention."What are you so worried about, hubby?" she muttered to herself, clicking and typing on the Internet.On her screen, Vicente's channel was trending, with the number of views and subscribers increasing daily.Vicente was currently recording another live stream, wearing a suit and tie, deeply engrossed in playing another Beethoven classic.The 9º Symphony filled the room. The door opened, and Nathan entered, finding his mother with a slight smile, appreciating the music and her husband."Okay, is everything under control now?" he asked."Hi, son," Andreia replied."Mom, do you know what got into Dad?" Nathan questioned."Did something get into him? Look how calm and focused he is," Andreia responded.Nathan moved to the other side of the desk.Seeing his father on the computer, he was taken aback. "How is this possible? Before I left, his nerves were in sherds. It coul
Vicente had finished his live stream at the Beach House and was now receiving applause and comments from his subscribers on social media.He smiled as he read the praises and typed responses on his tablet."Wow! I nailed this live. Good thing I can do it without my annoying son," Vicente remarked happily.From behind Vicente, the door opened, and Karl entered."You have some talent with your piano."Vicente jumped in surprise and turned to the door, paling as he saw Karl."What the hell are you doing here?" Vicente exclaimed."Calm down! I know your son and wife are at work," Karl reassured him."Of course, you know everything that happens in my life!" Vicente replied desperately."Don't be hysterical. You weren't like this when you were fooling my sister," Karl countered.Vicente put the tablet away before he dropped it. "Let's get one thing straight, you idiot: I LOVE ANDREIA!""I never denied that. What I've always questioned is what DROVE you to love Andreia. You could love my sis
In the Sterling Mansion, on the veranda, Abner indulges in a mid-morning snack as Jarbas appears somewhat embarrassed."Jarbas, you're not interrupting my snack. Go ahead and say what you need to," Abner assures him."Sir... Mr. Gouveia is here. Mr. Vicente Gouveia," Jarbas informs him."Well, send him in then," Abner orders him.Moments later, Vicente enters and sits across the table, visibly on edge."My goodness, Vicente! What happened to you?" Abner expresses concern."Some sinister things," Vicente responds cryptically."What do you mean? I watched your Live and thought it was fantastic! I even pressed 'like'," Abner remarks."Thank you, but I'm not concerned about that right now. Abner, I'm aware that my son showed up here yesterday," Vicente starts the subject.Abner pauses chewing. "Yes. The audacity of that brat demanding that I appoint him as president of the conglomerate just because someone who hasn't gotten over a high school grudge wants to get back at me!""Tell me, Abn
In Karl's apartment, he sits on the sofa, scrolling through the news on his phone, and comes across Marilza Peres's headline."Hmm... Interesting..." Karl muses and then uses the same phone to make a call.In the Sterling Cultural Hall, Edmund's phone rings."Hello?" Edmund answers."Have you read the news?" Karl inquires."I'm a very busy man, sir..." Edmund jokes."Don't be a clown. My son made the cover of a magazine again," Karl informs him."If you could just brief me..." Edmund requests."Okay, but read it yourself later. My boy is dating a stunning blonde, an employee of Golden Letters," Karl answers him."I heard he was sort of forced to break up with Patty Borges," Edmund comments."I want to know more about this girl," Karl admits."What's your interest in the girl?" Edmund asks."Define 'interest,'" Karl challenges playfully."Do you want to date her?" Edmund queries.Karl bursts into laughter, leaning his head back.Edmund shakes his head, embarrassed. "Okay, my imaginatio
Inside the foyer of the Borges House, the day unfolded with Vanda's post-lunch nap and her subsequent descent down the stairs, preparing to tackle the dishes used for lunch."I still can't get used to having a housekeeper," she remarked to herself, musing over the newfound luxury.Just then, the intercom rang, interrupting her thoughts."Hello?" she answered, approaching the intercom."It's Ron, Vanda," Ronaldo's voice came through."Just a minute!" she replied, releasing the automatic gate to allow Ronaldo in.Moments later, she greeted him at the door with a warm smile. "Ron, good afternoon. How can I help you? Or do I really need to ask?" she teased."No, you don't need to ask," Ronaldo chuckled in response."Patty is in her room," Vanda informed him, giggling."Great. I need to talk to her in the kitchen," Ronaldo said, getting straight to the point.Vanda nodded, agreeing to call her daughter down. She ascended the stairs to Patricia's bedroom.In Patricia's room, she lay on her
The conversation between Patricia and Ronaldo continued as he extended an invitation for her to live with him."Ron... I don't know what to say," Patricia expressed, a hint of surprise in her voice."Yes?" Ronaldo waited for her response."Oh, you clown..." Patricia laughed, playfully pushing him as she pretended to be angry."What do you need to convince yourself that it's a good idea?" Ronaldo inquired, curious about her thoughts."Well, what about Jasmine?" Patricia raised a concern."Jasmine probably won't come back," Ronaldo replied confidently."Huh? How can you be so sure?" Patricia asked, puzzled."She still hasn't shown up at home, right?" Ronaldo pointed out."Yes, but your parents must be worried," Patricia noted, thinking about the situation.Ronaldo looked amazed. "You hit the nail on the head.""Well, it's not hard to guess. Just put yourself in your parents' shoes. Surely, they would be super anxious to hear news about their daughter," Patricia explained with a wink."Y
At Gibraltar Club, Alfredo waited anxiously, his eyes scanning the entrance.Finally, Nathan appeared, and Alfredo gestured frantically."Relax, I'm here!" Nathan called out as he approached."Where were you?" Alfredo demanded."Working. I'm part of a famous magazine, Urbano," Nathan replied coolly."Get ready to be part of the whole conglomerate, my boy," Alfredo said with a glint of excitement in his eyes.Nathan's eyes gleamed with greed. "What happened, Mr. Dantas?""It seems that your old grandfather succumbed to your wise words," Alfredo explained."What do you mean?" Nathan asked, intrigued."He just called me, informing me that we'll have a meeting tomorrow at 9:00 to discuss the future of Sterling Empire," Alfredo elaborated."Oh, great! I'm going to take over the throne!" Nathan exclaimed eagerly."He didn't say that, but for sure, he won't pass the throne to the grandson who barely received his diploma," Alfredo cautioned.Nathan's joy faded, and he frowned. Taking his cell