“So that’s why you got married, Lord Ferro?” Evandro finally understood. “Oh, how cruel! From what we see of Lady Ferro on TV, she’s a kind and good girl. She will fit perfectly as your companion when you take the reins of Aurelia, Lord Ferro.” Ray explained, “Only she doesn’t know yet.” “I don’t want to expose her to more dangers by revealing my identity. Rest assured, there are many people willing to do her harm if they find out she’s married to me. They just need to think she’s married to a mere manager of her company.” Evandro remembered a detail, “Glamour technically belongs to her.” Mark snapped his fingers, pleased with Evandro’s recollection. If Celia had listened to Mark that day, he would have given Glamour to her to preside over. But Celia didn’t want to know and asked for a divorce. Now that Briana is his wife, Mark would need to devise a way to give the company to her. “Briana nailed both of her shows. Her parents are in favor of our union, but so far, no one in th

The LCN building stood imposing amid numerous skyscrapers vying for space in the urban landscape of Lagoon City. Mark and James passed through the entrance as if they were celebrities. Photos were taken, and employees looked on in deep admiration. “Look, the representative from Glamour who rocked those two TV series!” “I liked ‘Colorful Kisses’ better; what about you?” “Obviously, I liked ‘Times of Glory’ more, full of those ripped, shirtless male characters!” “I don’t think the series was supposed to highlight that...” As Mark walked past those commenting, he nodded vigorously before stepping into the elevator. There, he commented to James, “‘Times of Glory’ is a show made for men, showcasing the Middle Ages with its customs and epic tales. But the only thing the ladies are noticing are the actors playing the warriors.” “If Ray Dixon shows up in the second season, the female audience will surpass the male!” James laughed. “And have you talked to Katrina since the premiere o

“The conditions are as follows,” Armando announced, “First, I must hand over control of our company to Glamour. Perhaps your wife might be interested in having a subsidiary, Mark.”Mark raised his eyebrows, convincing James and Armando that he was reacting with surprise and perplexity.“Second, I must find a decent wife for myself.” Armando responded as if it were not an impossible task to accomplish.After all, when everyone finds out that the Pratt family has returned to its former glory, countless girls will come pouring into his garden, right?James turned to Mark. “That would be interesting, Mark. If we have the Pratt family’s paraphernalia and studios, we could not only continue producing Briana’s shows but also start producing new series. Hasn’t my father been receiving a flood of pilot scripts from eager screenwriters wanting to work with us?”“Exactly.” Mark rested his chin on his hand, ‘thinking’ and ‘deciding’. “When we get back home, I’ll have a proper talk with Briana aft

Mark hoped that the commotion caused by Ray Dixon would distract the nightclub patrons enough for him to move around the venue almost unnoticed. Even though he wasn’t that famous, Ray’s presence would ensure that this situation remained the same. With everyone drooling over Ray and most likely Armando, no one would mind the Manager Vasconcelos’ husband wandering ‘aimlessly’ around the corners of the club. Inside, the electronic music pulsed, somewhat different from the now-defunct Red Light.Instead of something reminiscent of decades past, at the Red House, patrons had the freedom to dance as well. The stage wasn’t exclusive to the ‘dancers.’ In other words, the atmosphere was truly that of a nightclub. Mark grinned mischievously as he sat down. Was this the usual arrangement, or had Anthony Curtis’s boss ordered a change overnight after what happened in Braspolis? Ray, James, and Armando sat down as well. “Wow, the name of this club is similar to that one the police shut down

The next day, Mark was sitting on the bed in his mansion guest room, talking to Regis on his cell phone. “You should have seen how the nightclub operated so perfectly that it SEEMED legit, Regis.” Mark smirked. “But I figured out their game.” “Did they know you were watching?” Regis raised his eyebrows. “No, but they didn’t want to leave anything to chance. That mysterious boss of Anthony Curtis must have given orders to the others, and they made the necessary adjustments to make the club SEEM decent.” Regis, standing in the hallway, smiled approvingly. “But did you see through the charade, Lord Ferro?” “Absolutely!” Mark smiled triumphantly. “Five minutes of talking to the manager named Ivan and I realized he knew what had happened with the Red Light. They are scared. But that didn’t stop the ‘dancers’ from doing their routines. However…” Mark shook his head as he recalled what had happened. “Lord Ferro, what else do you have to say?” Regis became concerned with the sudden sil