All Chapters of Here Comes the Lord: Chapter 881
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Chapter 881 Dumped By My Official Boyfriend
Mark closed the door of his office quietly behind him, the click of the latch muffled by the soft hum of the building.Karl had just left, and now the room was still, private enough for what he intended to do.He pulled out his phone, a flicker of tension in his eyes as he checked the new message.When he saw the sender, his pupils tightened, a surge of disbelief coursing through him. Without hesitation, he selected the number and began to type.In the Operations Center that morning, Linda Mattes was leaning over the shoulder of one of her subordinates, a photograph pinched between her fingers.“You’re sure it’s him?” she asked, her voice level but edged with suspicion.The young man nodded, visibly nervous.Before she could say more, her phone rang. She didn’t need to check the caller ID. She already knew who it was.She answered swiftly. “Hello, Lord Ferro.”Meanwhile, in his office at Glamour, Mark sat down at his desk, posture firm, expression unreadable.“I received your message,
Chapter 882 Is She Your Assistant?
Celia wiped her tears in an instant, transforming her pitiful expression into a dazzling smile, the kind meant to seduce and conquer.Her gaze locked onto the man who had just entered: younger, stronger, and far more magnetic than Gilson. The resemblance was unmistakable.It was his son, Christopher Vasconcelos.“Dad, is this your assistant?” Christopher asked, his tone neutral but curious.Gilson chuckled softly, flattered by the insinuation. “No, son. She works for Katrina.”Celia’s lips tightened for a brief moment before she put on her most charming expression again.‘I don’t belong to anyone!’ she thought, forcing her voice into a low, velvety tone. “A pleasure to meet you, Young Master Vasconcelos. I’ve worked here before, but we never had the chance to strengthen our professional ties.”Christopher extended his hand. He didn’t leer, didn’t smirk. His handshake was firm, polite, and disarmingly pure.“OK. It seems you were crying,” he noted.Celia laughed faintly, brushing away
Chapter 883 Glamour Isn’t My Enemy
Before Christopher could reach Mark’s office, Karl appeared at the other end of the corridor.Their eyes met, two storms colliding in silence.Karl’s face contorted into a feral scowl, while Christopher’s expression remained cold and unreadable. Beneath that calm façade, though, old rivalries stirred, and not only because of Luana.“What the hell are you doing in enemy territory?” Karl barked with disdain.Christopher’s reply was as smooth and icy as marble. “How many times must I tell you, I don’t consider Glamour the enemy?”“As many times as you like,” Karl shot back. “But I don’t buy your ‘good intentions’ for a second.” He gestured toward Briana’s office with a jerky motion. “You came to see HER? I hope she showed you our photo.”“She did,” Christopher answered calmly.Karl’s mouth twisted into a triumphant sneer. “Then you’ve lost, you idiot! You’ve always wanted Luana’s body, but it’s my dick she chose! You’ll never win her heart because you’re the brother of Briana’s archenemy
Chapter 884 Good Luck, Chris
Gilson sat behind his desk, smiling with the satisfied mischief of a boy who had just gotten away with something forbidden. The memory of the previous night still lingered in his mind = Celia’s cries and delirious moans echoing like a soundtrack of sin.They had gone at it until five in the morning, and even now, as the sunlight crept through the blinds, the recollection made him close his eyes with a perverse sense of triumph.“Celia,” he murmured to himself, his voice low and smug. “Your body belongs to me. That’s why Jake threw you away.”The door opened. Claudia stepped in.There was a strange, silent understanding between them. Two people united by appearances, divided by everything else.Gilson had spent the night indulging one of his lovers, and Claudia, on her own, had been equally compromised in another man’s bed.Neither had the courage to ask where the other had been.“Is there a problem, Claudia?” Gilson asked, slipping easily into his role of master pretender.“I just cam
Chapter 885 Karl Carvalho… Was It You?
Katrina paced in tight, restless circles around her office, her movements sharp and ritualistic, like a tribal dancer invoking a storm.When Celia entered and saw her like that, she froze for a moment, startled.“Miss Vasconcelos! You need to rest for the baby’s sake!” Celia rushed to her side, grasping her gently but firmly by the arms to stop the erratic pacing.Katrina blinked, as if waking from a trance.“Hm? Oh… it’s you, Celia.”“You need a cup of tea,” Celia insisted, steadying her.“I’m not sure that’s safe for the baby,” Katrina murmured.“Walking in circles like this certainly isn’t,” Celia replied, steering her toward a chair with the same patience one would use with a fragile old lady.Katrina sighed as she sat. “There. I’m comfortable now.”“Can I help with something?” Celia asked.“It’s my brother,” Katrina said, pressing a hand to her temple. “He’s determined to help Uncle Sandro and Aunt Nadir, not realizing they’re setting him up to knock him down later.”Celia’s brow
Chapter 886 The Emotional Video
Mark and Briana stood close together against the pale wall of her office. Luana stood across from them, holding up Mark’s phone — a fancy J.J. model, the kind that promised perfect HD and 4K clarity.She didn’t stop to wonder how Mark had managed to afford such a top-tier phone; her only focus was helping her friends deliver their message.“All right, you two,” she said with a bright smile. “Let’s do this.”Mark straightened his shoulders, adopting the calm authority of a man accustomed to addressing an audience. “Hello, everyone. This is Mark Ferro, manager at Glamour Studios. I’m here with my dear wife, our general manager, Briana Vasconcelos Ferro.”Briana rested a gentle hand over her belly, glowing with quiet pride. “Hi, everyone,” she said warmly.Mark’s tone grew somber, heartfelt. “I want to address those who, for whatever reason, believe our shows are corrupting morals or distorting society’s values. We’re truly sorry you feel that way. Our only goal is to entertain.”Briana
Chapter 887 Warning Her Like a Thug
At the entrance of Braspolis General Hospital, an ambulance screeched to a halt, nearly colliding with a few parked cars.The back doors flew open, and paramedics rushed out, wheeling Briana carefully on a stretcher toward the hospital entrance.Mark followed close behind, his suit jacket gone, his face marked by raw anxiety.Inside, in the corridor, Dr. Vargas was already waiting.“Dr. Vargas, aren’t you off duty?” a nurse asked, surprised.“Briana Vasconcelos Ferro needs immediate care,” he replied firmly.The nurse exchanged astonished glances with the others, whispering among themselves, wondering how Vargas had managed to take personal charge of such a case.Moments later, Mark appeared with the paramedics, his wife unconscious on the stretcher, her hair clinging to her damp forehead.“Her room is ready,” Vargas said.Mark’s voice trembled, stripped of all composure. “Save her, Dr. Vargas. Please.”“You have my word,” Vargas said calmly, signaling for Mark to stay behind as he fo
Chapter 888 Panic... Again...
At the elegant restaurant where they were practically regulars, Gilson and Claudia sat in their usual corner table, a spot perfectly located between discretion and display. The establishment, known for catering to the refined palates of Braspolis’ upper echelon, was conveniently close to Vasconcelos Company, which made it a favorite lunch escape for the couple.Gilson, however, was distracted. His eyes kept darting toward the entrance, scanning the room for a certain someone.He had hoped to enjoy lunch with Celia and perhaps have her for dessert afterward. But since Celia was currently with Katrina and Patricio, Claudia had seized the chance to drag her husband along instead.Claudia closed her eyes with a sigh of delight as she savored a bite of smoked Calabrese sausage in garlic and herb sauce.“Mmm,” she murmured. “You have to try this, darling.”Gilson, forced into civility, took a forkful and tasted it. But the moment he closed his eyes, the memory that surfaced was far from cul
Chapter 889 We’re Not Feeling Safe
Jake returned from lunch to find the air at the ‘Times of Glory’ set heavy with unease. The preoccupation was almost tangible: everywhere, murmured conversations and worried faces filled the open lot of Glamour Studios.Rumors about the hospitalization of Manager Vasconcelos were spreading like wildfire.Karl sat on a decorative boulder that had once been part of a medieval battlefield set, a lunchbox balanced on his knees.The smell of Thai food drifted in the afternoon air.He hadn’t dared to drive out for lunch, preferring not to risk his life or Luana’s over a meal.“Thai food, Supervisor Carvalho?” Jake asked, walking up to him.“At least I’m still alive,” Karl muttered, offering him a bite with a wave of his chopsticks. “Want some?”“I already ate at Sweet Aroma,” Jake replied.Karl gestured with his chopsticks, his voice low and pragmatic. “No one’s using their cars. Everyone’s jumpy. Some folks are saying we should shut down filming for the day.”Jake frowned. “What? I still h
Chapter 890 The Porsche Cayenne
Ribeiro sat behind his desk at the precinct. Across from him, Christopher Vasconcelos sat with his usual elegance slightly marred by the bandages dotting his face and forearms. His clean-shaven jaw only made the bruises more noticeable.Ribeiro started to talk with Mark on the desk phone, his tone calm but firm. “Mr. Ferro. How are things on your end?”Mark’s voice came through the receiver, tight and weary. “Not great. My pregnant wife fainted when she heard the news.”Ribeiro turned toward Christopher. “Your cousin fainted.”Christopher’s eyes widened, color draining from his face.“Is she all right?” Ribeiro asked into the phone again.“We’re at the hospital,” Mark replied. “She and the baby will be fine.”“That’s good to hear.” Ribeiro’s tone softened. “Young Master Vasconcelos is safe too, at least physically. He’s here with me.”“If he waits for me, I’ll meet him there,” said Mark.“I’ll tell him. Take care, Mr. Ferro.”The call ended. Mark lowered the phone and turned to Luana.