Sérgio, horrified by the insinuation Mark had dropped, felt that the noose was tightening around him. “What... what do you mean by that?” Mark smiled ironically, feeling that he had achieved his goal. “I'm just giving you advice about how you spend your free time.” Mark pretended to be surprised. “What’s the matter? Did I hit a nerve? A secret?” “I-I have nothing to hide!” Sérgio yelled hysterically. “Oh, then you can clarify to your fans that you had nothing to do with the Red Light nightclub.” Mark said as if it were something minor and prepared to leave the dressing room. But Sérgio almost jumped on Mark, grabbing his arm and pulling him back. “Hey, come back here! You're knowing too much for my liking, huh?” Mark shook himself off, freeing himself from Sérgio and making a face as if he had been touched by a rat. “Don't put your promiscuous germs on my clothes!” Mark ordered imperiously. “How do you know I used to go to the nightclub?” Sérgio exclaimed furiously. “I have

Mary Ellen and Celia were having dinner, ordered through an app. At the table, the gossip was flowing freely, led by Celia, as expected. “So, you confronted Luana after she went into Jake’s dressing room?” Mary Ellen raised an eyebrow. “I thought you two had made peace.” “I don’t think she’s interested in peace,” Celia replied mockingly, raising her Coca-Cola glass as if it were a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon. “Sometimes I wonder if she ever wanted peace.” “Oops, what’s that now?” Mary Ellen looked at her with a mix of caution and curiosity. “Maybe that witch just wanted to get rid of the lawsuit we were about to throw at her.” “Heh, heh, heh...” Mary Ellen chuckled. “That’s quite possible. But if she messes up again, there won’t be a second forgiveness. I doubt even God would be so merciful.” Celia cheered as she twirled her macaroni and cheese around her fork. “That’s what I’m counting on. Let Luana give us another dish blow in the face. Our lawyer will contact her with the su

The club in question was twice the size of Red Light, which meant higher costs for maintenance and staff salaries. It was on the brink of bankruptcy due to lack of customers. But since Red Light closed, this club experienced a surge of new visitors. As a result, revenue skyrocketed, salaries were increased, new staff members were hired, the facilities were renovated, overdue taxes paid, and the owner bought a mansion in Vila Pau Brasil to celebrate with his wife without neighbors hearing her moans at three in the morning. Wanting to hide his past at Red Light, Sergio chose this club as his next hangout, pretending to his fans that he was a regular and longtime patron. His agent, Heitor, was a good-looking guy with a solid build, but he didn’t have the flashy, extroverted aura Sergio did. He could easily pass as a religious if given sober clothes and a Bible. He was sitting at the bar, sipping a traditional drink, while Sergio usually ordered a ‘Sex on the Beach’ not because of the

Meanwhile, Sérgio returned to the bar, grinning from ear to ear.“Well, I hope it was worth the risk of getting reported for harassment,” Heitor said while pouring a glass of red wine.“WINE?” Sérgio mocked, plopping down on the stool. “Come on, man. This is a club — let’s get something fun to drink!”“I want to know exactly what you talked about with Miss Vasconcelos.” Heitor wasn’t in the mood for jokes.“I demanded justice, of course. Miss Vasconcelos was the reason for my downfall, so she’ll be the reason for my comeback.”Heitor took a sip of wine, clearly frustrated by his client’s lack of logic.“What do you mean?” he asked, already regretting it.“She’s going to get me a job at Vasconcelos Company. There has to be another series where I can land a lead role — this time with a real contract! None of that recurring or guest nonsense. I want to be in the main cast!” Sérgio gestured to the bartender.But the bartender pretended not to see him and moved on to other customers.*****

Sandro and Nadir are surprised to see Katrina trying to turn the tables against them. “I could ask what my daughter has to do with this argument, but I feel I won't get a proper answer,” Sandro hinted, helping himself to the breakfast options. Today there were pancakes with raspberry syrup — a delight! Gilson tried to grab a pancake, but Claudia, who previously didn’t care much about her husband's diet, now prevents him from eating whatever he wants so that Gilson stays healthy and recovers quickly — to beat Sandro. Katrina shook her head. “Sérgio Saldanha complained to Briana about my imprisonment, and Briana got angry. It seems she pulled some strings and managed to get the actor fired, who was already not that great.” Sandro reacted nervously. “That can't be true. Brie wouldn't be so petty!” Nadir frowned. “Did the actor question or complain to Briana about something YOU did? Why did he think Briana was somehow responsible?” Claudia smirked mockingly. “It seems the actor kne