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Chapter 1399 Shadows Over Sterling Mansion
Matthew ate in silence at the long mahogany table of the Sterling Mansion. Above him, a single bulb in the crystal chandelier flickered and died, plunging the left side of his face into shadow. The effect was unintentional but theatrical, casting a noir-like gloom over his plate.“Son, don’t worry,” Karl said, misinterpreting the tension in Matthew’s jaw. “Jarbas will replace that bulb the moment we finish.”“That isn’t why I’m not enjoying dinner, Dad,” Matthew replied, his voice low and devoid of appetite.Alice leaned forward, her pearls clicking against the table edge. “My little grandson, tell us what afflicts you. Grandma doesn’t allow you to suffer.”Sheila rolled her eyes toward the ceiling fresco. Shouldn’t that be MY line?Matthew took a sip of a vintage wine that might as well have been vinegar. He set the glass down with a deliberate clink. “I had a long conversation with Ronaldo.”Karl let out a disdainful, barking laugh. “That explains your mood! Anyone would lose their
Chapter 1398 Terms of Surrender
“Patricia makes her own choices, Ron,” Matthew replied, his voice measured and cautious.“That doesn’t help me much,” Ronaldo scoffed with a brittle, mocking smile emerging on his lips. “If she chooses me, how can I be sure you or your father won’t try other tricks?”“Ron, understand this once and for all: while you were happy with Patricia, I never lifted a finger to disrupt you, did I?” Matthew crossed his arms, his expression grave. “I moved on with Elaine. We might still be married today if it weren’t for my father. If it weren’t for him, Elaine wouldn’t have turned to Nathan, wouldn’t have gotten pregnant by him. Now I am without a wife, and I don’t know if I’ll have Patty.”Ronaldo’s smile twisted into something ironic, savoring the bitter taste of vindication. “Well, I tried to warn you. I would’ve been more emphatic on that podcast, but I was served a strange ‘Indian tea’...”“That wasn’t tea—” Matt started to correct him, but let it go.“So,” Ronaldo interrupted, his eyes sud
Chapter 1397 Vintage Truths
Siren Restaurant, Night.Jackson and Cindy didn’t just enter the Siren Restaurant; they made an arrival. The maître d’ straightened his posture instinctively as they crossed the threshold. Cindy was a vision in crimson silk, the dress clinging to her curves like a second skin, featuring a daring neckline on the left side that drew the eye, balanced by a delicate shawl draped over her bare shoulders. Beside her, Jackson looked lethal in a bespoke black suit, carrying himself with an elegance that betrayed no hint of a man who usually made his living wearing significantly less fabric.“Right this way, Mr. Borges,” the waiter guided them, his tone deferential.At a secluded table, shielded from prying eyes by a velvet partition, Jackson made a point of pulling out Cindy’s chair. She sank into the seat, offering him a smile that could melt glaciers.“Thank you, darling.”Jackson turned to the waiter. “Bring us your best Cabernet.”The waiter nodded with a knowing smile and vanished into t
Chapter 1396 Time to Walk Away from the Sterlings
Inside the executive office of the Sterling Empire, Karl gripped the edge of his mahogany desk, his knuckles white, clinging desperately to the hope that his orchestration of the Praia Grande tragedy would remain buried in the past.Patricia stared out the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the last gray clouds drift away over the city skyline.“The rain has stopped,” she observed, her voice devoid of warmth. “I’d better go home.”Karl lunged forward, panic flashing in his eyes. “Patty, promise me you’ll think about it?”“There is nothing to think about,” Patricia replied, turning to face him with a gaze like ice. “Matt and I have already talked. I need to be Ronaldo’s fiancée again. I owe him that restitution. Because of you, Ronaldo lost his mind. He spent years on heavy medication, believing he was crazy, all because of your machinations.”“He always had a few screws loose,” Karl scoffed, shrugging his shoulders as if his nephew’s sanity were a triviality.Patricia recoiled, horrifi
Chapter 1395 Hidden Vices
Jackson stood under the spray, head bowed, letting the hot water hammer against his neck. It was one of those showers meant to scrub away more than just physical grime; he was trying to wash the day’s toxic energy down the drain.Steam billowed around him, creating a sanctuary of white noise, until the glass door slid open with a screech. Hélio popped his head in, casual as a Sunday morning.“Son, got a minute?”“GAH!” Jackson jumped, his feet skidding dangerously on the soapy tiles. He grabbed the faucet to steady himself. “Dad! Can’t you see I’m showering?”“You know the classic saying: there’s nothing there I haven’t seen before,” Hélio chuckled, leaning against the doorframe. “Your mother wasn’t the only one changing your diapers, kid.”Jackson shut off the water with a sharp twist. The sudden silence was deafening. With no towel in reach, he resorted to the strategic placement of his hands.“What is it?” he asked, water dripping from his nose.Hélio’s grin vanished. “What is this
Chapter 1394 Panic Over a Cell Phone
Emmanuelle’s heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped bird as she watched her phone skid across the Persian rug and land at her daughter’s feet.Jacqueline didn’t notice the blood draining from her mother’s face. She only saw the device, and instinctively crouched to retrieve it.“Daughter, NO NEED!” Emmanuelle shrieked, the panic in her voice stripping away any pretense of composure.Jacqueline paused, blinking. She didn’t sense the danger, merely the oddity of the outburst, as she extended the phone back to her mother.“What is it, Mom?” she asked, her brow furrowing in confusion.Emmanuelle snatched the device, her eyes darting to the screen. She let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding.The screen was black. It had timed out.Jacqueline had seen nothing.“I was watching soap opera recaps,” Emmanuelle lied through her teeth, forcing a smile that didn't reach her eyes. “But there was a photo of Igor Moreira shirtless. You know how it is.”Jacqueline’s confusion melt
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