Vicente continues to admonish Nathan to be careful with his life because of what he heard. He gestures to the nearest waiter. “The same as my son, please.” The waiter nods and leaves after hearing Vicente’s order. “Dad, you’re scaring me.” Nathan takes another sip of his gin and tonic. “What do you mean, why should I be more careful? Is someone... trying to harm me?” Vicente takes a deep breath. Since Nathan doesn’t know that Karl is back, he scratches his neck, thinking about what to say. “I received an anonymous phone call saying that the Bento family guys refused an order to kill you.” That’s the best response Vicente could come up with. Nathan’s eyes widen. “A REFUSED order? I don’t know whether to feel relieved by that! I mean, who was it that TRIED to give the order, contacting the Bento family guys?” Vicente remained silent. But it was the silence that answered Nathan. “Ah, of course! My dear cousin, Matt Sterling, the all-powerful businessman, doesn’t have the balls to

At the Gibraltar Club, Walter also shows up, looking to cool down with a drink. His eagle eyes land on Linda, who looks uneasy and alone as she sips on her whiskey with ice. He approaches her with a gallant smile. “Are you alone, miss?” Linda transforms completely: from sour and frowning to smiling and angelic. “Walt!” She shakes her head. “I mean, Mr. Andrade.” Walter sits down. “Here, you can call me Walt. How have you been, Linda?” “I’m fine.” Linda maintains her happy expression. “I was just passing by with my sister and ended up alone.” “Why? Did she find more interesting company?” Walter jokes. “You could say that.” Linda nods to the right. Walter follows her indication and sees Nathan and Bella drinking and laughing, somewhat loudly and clumsily. Perhaps the alcohol... “Does she know Nate Gouveia?” Walter raises an eyebrow. “Only in the biblical sense,” Linda replies with disdain. “They’ve been spotted together by annoying photographers who took the images to the most

Outside, at the Lion’s Den Community Center, Ronaldo parked his car and joined the throng of residents.The air was filled with a festive spirit as the community celebrated the inauguration of the new water and sewage treatment system.Though the residents knew they would face a bill, the dignity this improvement brought to their daily lives was priceless.“Look, Mr. Silva has arrived!” called out one of the residents, drawing the attention of the crowd.A round of applause greeted Ronaldo as he smiled and waved, his gestures mirroring those of a seasoned political candidate.A stage had been set up with a sound system, and as Ronaldo climbed up, he was taken aback to find Cindy in Patricia’s usual spot.“What are you doing here?” Ronaldo asked, his surprise evident.Cindy, with a glint of cleverness in her eyes, replied, “I came to cover the event, of course. Urbano magazine is not a gossip magazine, but one of public utility!”Ronaldo, slightly skeptical, responded, “Thank you for th

Jonah's Penthouse, night. Matthew and Jonah stood face to face in the living room, both on their feet, ready to confront each other once again. “Matt, I don’t understand why you’ve become so obsessed with this!” Jonah was on the brink of desperation. “It seems like someone finally needs to be obsessed,” Matthew replied ominously. “Did your mom text you?” Jonah sat down on the couch, trying to appear indifferent. “No, Lawrence Vieira. He’s your downstairs neighbor, remember?” Matthew responded with a slight smile. Jonah fidgeted on the couch, annoyed. “How could I forget? The guy keeps showing up here complaining about the noise. He’d better find a chick to make some noise with too.” “Actually, his complaint is practically a report of domestic violence.” Matthew craned his neck, trying to survey the room, “Have you cleaned up the crime scene?” Jonah understood what Matthew meant and was offended. “Hey, nothing’s been messed up here! I just knocked over some pots and pans, but I

At the Borges House, the doorbell rang urgently. Hélio, reading Elaine and Matthew’s wedding invitation, moved to answer the intercom. “Who is it at this hour, for Christ’s sake?” “Mr. Borges, this is Jonah Lopes. Could you—” “Your wife isn’t here!” Hélio replied curtly, emphasizing the “wife.” Jonah felt the sting. “Oh, for God’s sake! Are you all trying to force me into something I’m not ready for yet?” Hélio hung up the intercom and decided to go outside. Jonah was waiting at the gate when it opened, revealing Hélio shaking the wedding invitation. “Listen here, writer: your girlfriend’s son is sending the wedding invitation to everyone. He’s young, but he’s taking the next step in his relationship. You’re old; don’t you feel ready for a responsibility required by people our age?” “That’s something open for discussion.” Jonah was offended, frowning. “I just didn’t know things were so extreme! Is Sheila gossiping about this to you too?” “We’ve been friends for a long time, s