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
Inside Silva Oil Company, in Fernando's office, Fernando stands by the dresser, carefully inspecting two coffee cups neatly placed.The door opens behind him, and Patricia enters."Can we talk, Fernando?" Patricia asks, making her presence known. "The receptionists gave you a heads-up.""Yes, indeed. I had these two cups of coffee prepared. Hope you like them," Fernando responds, turning to face Patricia.Approaching with a gracious smile, Patricia accepts the offer, "I will gladly accept them."However, after Patricia's response, Fernando feels a wave of discomfort and takes a step back. "Help yourself!" he says, quickly retreating to his desk.He sat before Patricia can spot what happened in the middle of his legs.Blowing on her cup, Patricia proceeds, "I need to talk to you about a very serious matter. Did Ron tell you?"Concerned, Fernando replies, "No. Did he talk to you?""He left early after reading Marilza Peres' headline," Patricia informs him.Worried, Fernando asks, "Patty
Abner and Alice are taken aback by the sudden news of Matthew and Elaine's wedding.They couldn't enjoy the fireplace anymore."But... ALREADY?" Alice exclaims, shaking on the couch."Don't you think my son has waited too long?" Sheila defends."Matt and Elaine's marriage can't be rushed because of Matt's failed relationships. It wouldn't be right for Elaine," Abner asserts.Sheila settles onto the other couch, rubbing her hands together."The fireplace is cozy, the weather is getting colder outside," she tries to avoid the topic.Alice scoffs her, "And is that bad because Jonah Lopez will have to wear boxers to sleep?"Sheila gets blushed as if she were a teenager, even with the fact that Alice got it right."I won't even answer that question. I came to talk about my son," Sheila redirects.Abner sits upright, expressing his concern."Sheila, I understand that Matthew and Elaine's marriage is important for the Sterling Empire. But if we rush things, the board may think we're forcing
The conversation between Sheila, Abner, and Alice escalates further."Answer me! Are you only interested in the future of this damn conglomerate that cost the lives of my husband and your son, huh?" Sheila demands angrily.Alice stands up from the sofa, her expression stern. "Shut up! Don't speak in vain about my son! He died fighting the good fight!" she retorts firmly.Abner remains calm, taking a moment to ponder. "Wait, Alice. I think we can take advantage of a point raised by Sheila," he interjects."That'll be the day!" Alice responds, her tone still firm."Sheila, you always thought that the car accident that killed Karl was a premeditated murder. Well, it seems like you might be right," Abner reveals.Sheila sways as she realizes she will finally be heard. "Are you... starting to investigate?" she asks emotionally."It's just a suspicion. There's someone who never liked Karl and is now doing the impossible to stop Matt from becoming president," Alice adds.Sheila's eyes widen