All Chapters of Here Comes the Lord: Chapter 871
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Chapter 871 Crab Stew with Coconut Milk
Luana and Karl had come to visit the Ferro couple out of solidarity, their presence bringing affection and curiosity to the quiet evening.In the living room, Regis, precise and composed like an English butler, placed a silver tray on the coffee table, arranging teacups and a plate of salt biscuits with ritualistic elegance.“Julian is preparing dinner,” he announced.Briana smiled. “Would you like to stay?”Luana glanced at Karl, half-tempted. “Maybe… if it’s not an inconvenience.”Karl’s grin was pure mischief.The last time they’d stayed for dinner, the night had ended with him and Luana vanishing into a guest room for nearly two days of passionate confinement.“We’ll decide later,” he replied smoothly.Regis bowed and retreated, missing the flash of indecency that crossed Karl’s eyes.“So, Mark,” Luana said, sipping her tea, “have you discovered which criminal faction was behind the explosion of your car?”Mark chuckled lightly. “Whoa, Luana, don’t let your imagination run wild.”
Chapter 872 Protesters
Althea descended the grand staircase of the Vasconcelos Mansion with Dalila’s careful support.At that moment, Sandro and Nadir were stepping through the doors. Nadir’s face was drawn and dark, the frustration of her failed conversation with Julian still evident in her furrowed brow and clenched jaw.“My dear, what’s troubling you?” Sandro asked gently.“I’m thinking about the challenge your nephew threw at me,” she replied dryly.“I thought you were prepared for it.”“I am excited,” Nadir said, adjusting her purse, “but now’s the time when I—” She caught sight of Althea and cut herself off. “Good evening, Mother-in-law.”Althea regarded her with that sharp, knowing smile she’d mastered long ago. “What did Christopher assign to you, Nadir?”“Continuing the drama series ‘Live Your Life’, another project backed by Briana.”Althea’s expression softened with satisfaction. Dalila, standing quietly behind her, smiled as well.“Chris is keeping his promise,” Althea said, her voice warm with
Chapter 873 Some Missed the Dinner
Dinner was already underway at the Vasconcelos Mansion.Yet two seats remained conspicuously empty — Gilson’s and Claudia’s. Nadir shook her head, the corner of her mouth twitching with irony; she knew all too well where that scandalous, adulterous pair must be.Althea dabbed her lips delicately with a linen napkin. “How strange,” she murmured. “Gilson still hasn’t come back.”Sandro raised a discreet brow. His mother hadn’t asked about Claudia.“He’s probably still busy at the company,” Christopher said, trying to sound casual.“Very busy,” Nadir muttered, her tone full of irony.“Come on, dear,” Sandro said, clearly uncomfortable. “He hasn’t been doing… those things anymore.”Althea’s eyes narrowed. “What things?”“Ehr… nothing, Mother,” he mumbled, fumbling with his silverware.Christopher, seizing the opportunity to break the tension, reached for his phone. “We can check with Katrina.”He scrolled to his sister’s name and hit call.On the other end, Patricio and Katrina were havin
Chapter 874 Another Attempt
The kitchen of the Ferro House was warm and fragrant that night, filled with the scent of lemon zest and toasted meringue. Briana sat perched on a stool at the marble island, savoring spoonfuls of her latest craving: a strange but oddly delicious mixture of meringue, ladyfingers, whipped egg whites, and a drizzle of lemon.It had no name, no origin, just something her pregnant heart had demanded. Julian had created it without question.She closed her eyes with a soft hum of delight, while Julian washed the utensils with care.“You outdo yourself every day, Julian,” she said, licking a trace of lemon from her lip.“It’s nothing, milady,” he replied with a proud smile.“I honestly hate that they brought you back,” she murmured, half to herself.“Lady Ferro,” Julian said patiently, “some lunatic blew up your husband’s car. It’s not Regis’s duty to watch the kitchen. As butler, he’s responsible for your safety as well.”“Thank you,” she said softly, glancing toward the wide glass doors th
Chapter 875 Cleaning Up
Jake’s question quickly gave way to action. A restless energy coursed through him, a need to reclaim his space, his life, from the chaos Celia had left behind.He began by emptying the refrigerator, tossing out everything spoiled or expired.Then came the rat — quick, filthy, and unfortunate enough to meet Jake in that particular mood. One swift motion, and it was gone.Soon the apartment was filled with the sharp scent of disinfectant and lemon cleaner. He filled black plastic bags with trash, swept away the clutter that had gathered on the table, and scrubbed every surface until it shone.Wearing rubber gloves, he tackled the stove, scraping away grease from the sides and corners, and finally washed the dishes with steady patience, the rhythmic sound of water and ceramic strangely therapeutic.When he stepped outside a few minutes later, arms full of heavy trash bags, the neighbors turned their heads in mild alarm as he hurled them into the large dumpster by the building.Jake didn’
Chapter 876 Ignoring Celia
The next morning, Mark stood before the entrance to his garage, already dressed, his expression sharp and calculating. Regis and Everton followed close behind, analyzing what happened last night.From Mark’s perspective, nothing seemed disturbed. No cars missing, no sign of forced entry.Everything was precisely as it had been. He lifted his gaze toward the security camera mounted above and pointed at it with quiet authority.“Tell me we caught something,” he said, his tone measured but commanding.“We did, Lord Ferro,” Regis replied, his voice formal.“But I suppose you’re about to tell me we won’t know who it was,” Mark continued, his eyes narrowing.Regis hesitated. “Lord Ferro… it won’t be an easy task.”Everton, still tense, exhaled heavily. “If only we knew what this is about... who these people are, and why now?”Mark scanned the garage again, his lips pressing into a thin line. Silence filled the space.“I don’t believe that fool will try again,” he muttered finally. “All we c
Chapter 877 They’re Still Afraid
Jake turned off the burner and lifted the pan, carrying it to the small table where his plate waited. As he moved, his eyes met Celia’s, though it was hard to tell whether he truly saw her or merely pretended to notice.“Celia!” he said with a careless grin. “You’ve been standing there all this time? You could’ve been a thief, for all I knew.”“Lucky you, then,” she replied bitterly.“How long have you been here?”“For ages!” she yelled. “I called you, you didn’t hear me?”Jake emptied the eggs onto his plate, setting the pan neatly into the spotless sink.Celia noticed the gleaming surfaces, the counters free of grime, and the scent of disinfectant.“You didn’t have to clean everything by yourself,” she muttered.“I needed to get used to it again,” he said flatly.“Used to what?” Her voice sharpened.“Cleaning up alone, of course. After all, there won’t be anyone else around to help anymore.” He paused, irony cutting through his tone. “Wait: there wasn’t anyone helping before, was th
Chapter 878 One Less Lover
Gene was already at his desk when the call came through, his expression marked by curiosity and irritation.“Manager Ferro,” he began, “have you heard what happened here?”“I’m at the police station,” Mark replied evenly. “Something about my car.”“Ah, right… but something else happened. And it might explain the whole thing.” Gene’s tone shifted, his curiosity growing darker. “Someone vandalized the wall facing the parking lot. Slogans protesting ‘Times of Glory’.”Mark suppressed a smirk, careful not to let Ribeiro or Mary Ellen catch the amusement flickering in his eyes.“Really?” he asked, feigning surprise. “Any idea who could’ve done it?”“Looks like religious groups, conservatives, or those social media crusaders who think they’re saving the world,” Gene said, exasperated. “They forget we’re producing a fictional series, one that takes place in a time when human rights weren’t what they are today.”Mark chuckled softly. “And, of course, they picked my car because it’s the oldest
Chapter 879 The Graffiti on the Wall
The Glamour parking lot.A small crowd of employees gathered around a wall freshly vandalized with red spray paint.Jake stood near Karl and Luana, his voice carrying the excitement of someone who had just shared something juicy. He knew the Carvalhos would savor any new humiliation of Celia.“I’ve decided I deserve a decent, exclusive woman,” Jake announced, his tone both proud and mocking. “A little longer with Celia, and I’d probably catch an STD from her!”Luana laughed with satisfaction. “That’s right, Jake. You finally learned to value yourself!”Karl shook his head. “I don’t know why it took you so long to wake up.”Jake eyed him with suspicion, unsure whether Karl’s disdain for Celia was genuine or exaggerated. But Karl changed the subject before Jake could respond.“Now, about our company…” Karl gestured toward the wall. “What do you make of this?”From their perspective, the words “Down with gratuitous violence” somewhat intimidated them.A few employees snapped pictures wit
Chapter 880 Too Happy About the Breakup
The noise of the printer filled Sandro’s office as Katrina stepped inside, finding her aunt seated at his desk, tapping briskly at the computer keys.“Where’s Uncle Sandro?” Katrina asked.Nadir didn’t look up. “Home, asleep. He had a rough night.”Katrina tilted her head, her tone burning with mockery. “Couldn’t sleep because of your heat cycle?”The typing stopped dead. Nadir shot her niece a glare sharp enough to cut glass.“You have no right to judge me,” she snapped. “At least I was married when I got pregnant with your cousin.”Katrina’s eyes gleamed with malice. “At least Uncle Sandro wasn’t some slum rat.”The printer clicked to a stop. Nadir rolled her eyes and returned to the computer, making a few quick clicks before standing up.The printer started again, spitting out another batch of pages. She gathered the printed documents into a neat stack, smoothing them with meticulous care.“Since Sandro is home, I’m printing all the available information about ‘Live Your Life’,” sh