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Chapter 892 The Chaos Had Already Begun
Christopher quickly pulled his phone from his pocket, his fingers moving with nervous urgency as he opened Luana’s profile. He had guessed correctly that the video would come from her page.The screen was cracked from the fall he’d taken earlier, but he could still make out the images clearly enough: Briana and Mark appeared on the feed.“Hello, everyone,” Mark began in the video, his tone calm but firm. “This is Mark Ferro, manager of Glamour Company. Here with me is my lovely wife, the general manager, Briana Vasconcelos Ferro.”Briana smiled softly and ran a hand over her belly. “Hi, everyone,” she greeted, her voice carrying that familiar gentleness that always seemed to calm a room.The sound of a door opening pulled Christopher out of the moment. He looked up to see Mark stepping into the office, his expression grave.“Looks like the video reached you,” Mark said.Christopher hit pause on the cracked screen and stood up quickly. “Mark… is Brie doing better?”“She’s fine now,” Ma
Chapter 891 Let’s Hope the Terrorists Have Social Media
From where Elise stood, she could clearly see the car bouncing behind the dumpster, like a trampoline in motion. Her expression darkened.Sandro, mortified, muttered, “Some people have no sense of danger.”Elise’s tone was precise, almost surgical. “That’s Mr. Collins’s car. Everyone knows how depraved that man is.”One of her assistants huffed. “He never tried anything with me. I never gave him the chance!”“It’s best you go home, ladies,” Sandro advised, eager to end the awkward encounter.Elise nodded and ushered her colleagues toward her car, ignoring the obscene rhythm still echoing from the Porsche.Satisfied to have identified the culprit without needing to investigate further, Sandro turned toward the private elevator leading up to the company floors.“Wouldn’t surprise me,” he muttered under his breath, “if the poor girl he’s destroying down there is Celia.”The Porsche continued to rock, the car’s frame groaning under the couple’s violent fervor. From inside came the unmista
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.
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 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 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
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