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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 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 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 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 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 870 Patricio Went To Get Wool and Came Back Shorn
Katrina exclaimed with of alarm and disbelief at the same time, “Darling, what happened to you?!”Patricio acted as the master of deception, drawing in a shaky breath and replying with theatrical frailty, “I… I was mugged in the underground parking lot.”Katrina’s brow furrowed. “Why on earth would you park down there?”“It was… hot this afternoon. The sun was unbearable,” he muttered, improvising poorly.She glanced at her watch, confused. “It’s past five, darling. That means…” Her eyes widened in sympathy. “They must’ve knocked you out!”Patricio almost smiled. His fiancée was, unknowingly, helping him build his own lie.“Seems I just woke up now,” he said, feigning dizziness.At that moment, irony itself strutted down the hallway in the form of Celia, who passed by them with infuriating composure. She looked fresh, radiant, not the slightest bit sore or tired.She could’ve skipped rope or danced a tango without showing the faintest trace of strain.“Oh,” she said with theatrical co
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