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Chapter 110 Celia Doesn't Even Have a Resume
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Mark told Briana his story and about Celia.

Of course, he omitted the part where he was supposed to reveal his true identity on their one-year wedding anniversary.

He only mentioned that Celia decided to divorce him right on their anniversary, preferring to be with Adrian.

Briana reacted with outrage to all of this. "What a foolish and impatient woman! So what if you were poor? You're a man worth paying attention to, Mark.

"You're an extraordinary guy. I can't quite explain it, but I feel that you can't be measured merely by financial standards."

Mark smiled in gratitude. "I'm glad to hear those words, dear."

"They're not just words from a devoted wife." Briana rose. "I'm serious. I'm confident you will be able to make that connection between Glamour and the LCN Group."

"Thank you! I promise I'll do my best to make you proud." Mark could hardly contain what he felt.

Here he was, pretending to be just a mere apprentice promising to deliver the best results to his superior when i
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    The humor dropped from Mark’s face instantly. He rose slowly from his chair, the name weighing on him like a stone.“Romulo Ribas... at the station?” Mark’s voice was low, serious now. “You caught him?”Sandro stirred again in the bed. Though he knew he couldn’t move far — his wrists still cuffed, his strength still sapped from the brutal night with Nadir — just hearing Romulo’s name made him want to swing a fist at someone. Anyone.“He turned himself in,” Ribeiro explained. “Told us the prison riot was all a performance to set him free.”Mark exhaled, now understanding the twisted logic. “Let me guess — his boss orchestrated the whole thing?”“That’s what he claims. But he wants something in return before he officially surrenders.”Mark was already forming a reply, about to say he’d handle it. But then his gaze fell on Sandro again.The poor man. Naked, drained, still cuffed to the headboard, and yet — somehow — still smiling with genuine curiosity.Mark sighed. “I’ll call Alan Rocha

  • Chapter 571 Sandro Learns the Truth

    Briana stood in stunned silence, eyes wide, mouth slightly parted. Her whole body was still, as if any sudden movement might shatter her. The shock of what she’d just seen had rendered her speechless.“Mrs. Ferro!” Regis’s voice broke through the haze. “Why were you standing there with the door wide open? Do you have any idea the danger you were in?”“I... I don’t know,” she managed, her voice trembling. “What was that? Julian... since when do you know how to shoot?”Julian beamed with a boyish pride. “Mrs. Ferro, did you really think your staff wouldn’t know how to handle weapons? How else could we protect you?”Regis stepped beside her, his expression still stern. “Those bastards were here to kidnap you.”He turned to Julian. “Call an ambulance, then the police. Let them deal with the bodies.”Briana’s eyes shifted to the three motionless figures strewn across the foyer. One of them wasn’t making a sound — he was likely already dead. The other two moaned and cursed, writhing on the

  • Chapter 570 Defeating Bandits Like a Pro

    Mark fiddled with the handcuffs securing poor Sandro to the headboard, struggling to keep the conversation going in such a bizarre scenario. He couldn’t focus — his father-in-law was literally cuffed to the bed. And these weren’t the cheap novelty kind you’d find at a gag store. They were real police-issue handcuffs.“How did my mother-in-law get her hands on these?” Mark muttered, inspecting the metal restraints.“I ask myself the same thing,” Sandro replied casually, entirely too unbothered by his predicament.Mark glanced toward Milton, who lingered by the door looking mortified.“You don’t have the keys?”Milton cleared his throat awkwardly, his face flushed. “The keys would only be in Mrs. Vasconcelos’s possession, Mr. Ferro.”And with that, he excused himself quickly, clearly too embarrassed to stay in the room a second longer. If Old Madam Vasconcelos ever found out about this...Mark pulled up a chair, sat down, and let out a long, steady breath. Maybe this was the best opport

  • Chapter 569 Ribeiro’s Dilemma

    Sergeant Ribeiro stood beside his desk, the old corded phone cradled between shoulder and ear, his tone tense but measured. The murmur of chaos filtered through the thick door behind him — boots pounding, voices barking orders, and radios crackling urgent updates.The entire precinct was in disarray, teeming with officers of all ranks reacting to the prison riot that had shattered the day’s routine.“I know it was madness, believe me,” he said into the receiver, trying to keep his voice calm despite the frenzy outside. “The commissioner will release a statement to the press clarifying everything.”Even as he spoke, the door to his office creaked open, letting the corridor's clamor spill in with greater force. He barely noticed at first — until a figure stepped inside.A man stood before him in ill-fitting clothes, the kind borrowed hastily without regard for size or style. A large hoodie draped awkwardly over his frame, the hood pulled low. A pair of sunglasses, far too small for his

  • Chapter 568 Handcuffed Father-in-Law

    Milton hesitated as he opened the heavy front door of the Vasconcelos mansion. Standing before him was Mark, with urgency etched across his face and little patience for pleasantries.“Uh... sir, you wish to speak with Mr. Sandro Vasconcelos?”“Urgently,” Mark replied without missing a beat.Milton adjusted his tie, clearly uncomfortable. “It’s just... he’s not in a condition to receive visitors.”Mark narrowed his eyes. “Is he ill? Listen to me, butler — what I have to say can’t be passed along to anyone else. Mr. Gilson Vasconcelos is recovering from a cardiac arrest, and the news I bring might worsen his condition. I don’t want to disturb Old Madam Vasconcelos either. Is my mother-in-law home?”“She left for work,” Milton murmured.For a brief second, Milton’s mind drifted.He remembered the morning vividly — Nadir descending the staircase in a sky-blue pantsuit and high heels, a mischievous smile on her lips. There had been no sign of guilt or concern on her face after what could o

  • Chapter 567 Karl Knows the Truth

    Mark’s grip on the phone tightened, knuckles whitening as a wave of heat surged through his veins.“He was speaking to Romulo? And he said something about helping him escape from prison?”“Yes,” she replied, her voice edged with dread. “With all this news about the prison riot... I couldn’t help but wonder if Mr. Sodré was involved in some way.”Mark clenched his jaw. “Miss Gonçalves, that young man I asked you about the other day — he’s Romulo Ribas’s younger brother.”She gasped. “The one in the hospital?”“Exactly. Here’s what I need you to do,” he said, his tone turning commanding. “Leave the bank immediately. Things are about to explode, and if you’re still there when the authorities show up, you might be taken as an accomplice.”There was a beat of stunned silence before she answered with renewed resolve. “Okay, Manager Ferro. Thank you so much!”Then, in a moment of surreal levity, she added brightly, “I’m still looking forward to that Ray Dixon sitcom premiere.”Mark chuckled

  • Chapter 566 Briana Wants to Get Involved

    Briana paced slowly in the master suite of the Ferro House, near the open balcony doors., still recovering, though the pain had dulled to a tolerable ache. Her expression was tight with thought, her mind tangled with unease.The bed, which only last night had borne the frenzied chaos of passion, was now being remade by a housekeeper. The soiled sheets were gone, replaced by crisp, fresh linens lightly scented with lavender.Briana stepped toward the balcony and gazed out at the view, her thoughts swirling far beyond the horizon.Another club shut down, she mused. One more in the same twisted setup as Red Light. Gabrielle Ribas... younger sister of Romulo Ribas, that revolting man who tried to ruin the college reunion. Fernanda’s ex-boyfriend. The one who always envied me... What a coincidence.Turning away from the view, she moved to the nightstand and picked up her phone. The housekeeper, finishing her task, offered a respectful nod and quietly slipped into the bathroom, leaving Bria

  • Chapter 565 The Secrets Are Exposed

    “The establishment was reportedly managed by Gabrielle Ribas,” the anchor continued. “In Victoria, the surname means nothing. But police investigations have linked it to the Ribas family of Braspolis, one of the cities under the jurisdiction of Aurelia Kingdom. The man you see below her is Romulo Ribas, previously arrested for ties to the criminal underworld and gang activity. He was connected to the ‘Red Light' nightclub — the first of the string of venues to be shut down. Romulo Ribas had been incarcerated in Braspolis, but this morning, a prison riot led to an explosion along the east wall, resulting in multiple casualties. Among the wounded is his middle brother, Ryan Ribas, who was gravely injured and is now hospitalized at the Braspolis General Hospital.”The image cut sharply to a grim photo of Ryan — unconscious, barely recognizable under tubes and wires, as machines monitored his fragile life. He looked more corpse than man.Romulo shot to his feet as if electrocuted, horror

  • Chapter 564 The Guest Woke Up

    Lawrence had returned from lunch, but rest eluded him. An unease gnawed at his chest, stronger than indigestion, though his unsettled stomach seemed to reflect the growing tension in his mind.Seated at his desk, he clicked anxiously through the latest updates on the computer screen, searching for news — any news — about Ryan.“I hope nothing bad’s happened to him...” he muttered under his breath.His eyes darted back to the LCN website. One more click. One more headline. And then, there it was.The moment he saw the article — Marilza Peres’s latest exposé — his breath caught. The headline screamed in bold letters, the same one already gaining record views across the site.His jaw dropped. For a moment, he looked as though he might swallow a melon whole, his mouth frozen open in disbelief.“What the hell is this? Gabrielle?!”His hand trembled on the mouse.Gabrielle. Sweet, untouched Gabrielle.The one who’d always clung to the last thread of innocence in a family drowning in filth.

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