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Chapter 1393 Unintended Audiences
Deep in the Amazon rainforest, where the humidity clung to the skin like wet wool but the cell signal was miraculously strong, João Pedro answered his brother’s frantic call. He expected Maurício’s whine; instead, a voice cold enough to freeze the jungle humidity greeted him.“Hello, Maurício!”“This is Matthew Sterling!” The voice boomed from the speaker, echoing in the small clearing.“Mr. Sterling?” João Pedro stammered, nearly dropping his camera. “To what do I owe the honor?”“Cut the flattery. When can you return to Espírito Santo?”“I don’t know exactly, I’m in the middle of a very important shoot...”“João Pedro de Paula, here is the deal,” Matthew interrupted, his tone brokering no argument. “Either you return as fast as possible, or your brother goes to jail for violating Linda Alvares.”“Mr. Sterling, my brother didn’t commit that absurdity!” João Pedro gasped, anxiety tightening his chest.“Not yet, but he was going to. At the very least, he will lose his medical license.
Chapter 1392 The Storm After the Rain
The torrential downpour had finally ceased, leaving behind the heavy scent of wet asphalt and ozone. Outside, the Silva Oil Company docks roared back to life, the clang of machinery and the shouts of stevedores replacing the drumming of the rain.Inside Ronaldo’s office, however, the atmosphere remained turbulent.“Do I have your promise that you won’t try to violate Linda?” Walter asked, his voice low and devoid of warmth.Ronaldo feigned a look of scandalized shock, pressing a hand to his chest. “What kind of man do you think I am?!”“You don’t expect me to answer that,” Walter replied, his eyes narrowing.“If you can’t be civilized, I suggest you keep your mouth shut,” Ronaldo snapped, dropping the act. He marched to the door and yanked it open. “If you could remove yourself, I would appreciate it.”“Too busy?” Walter asked, a smirk on his lips that didn’t reach his eyes.“It stopped raining. I need to take care of business. Out!” Ronaldo gestured theatrically to the hallway. “And
Chapter 1391 Seeds of Doubt
At the Borges House, the rain drumming against the windows seemed to echo the turbulence in Patricia’s mind. She was dangerously close to entertaining the impossible: returning to Ronaldo.Jackson shook his head, looking at his sister as if she were speaking a foreign language. “Sis, do you have any idea how many women would kill to be in your shoes?”“That is exactly the problem,” Patricia sighed, tracing the rim of her mug. “Those women are like Elaine. They want to be close to Matt for the status of being Mrs. Sterling, not because they truly love the man.”“But you truly love him,” Jackson insisted, leaning forward. “So, forget Ronaldo and be eternally happy with my friend Matthew.”“Even after he plotted my breakup?”“I don’t believe it was him.”“I find it hard to believe too...” Patricia admitted, a small, sad smile touching her lips. Then, her expression hardened. “But someone was responsible. And if it wasn’t Matt, it could only have been his father.”Jackson’s eyes widened.
Chapter 1390 Sins of the Father
Matthew gripped his teacup, the china rattling softly against the saucer as Sheila made her entrance. She didn’t just walk into the room; she swept in like a storm front, displacing the air with a palpable tension.“Mom,” Matthew started, his voice tight. “I didn’t see you at breakfast.”“I was busy having a ferocious argument with your father,” she replied, her eyes scanning him with maternal intensity. “I also heard you went to Patty’s house in this weather.”“I needed to talk to her about yesterday.” Matthew set the cup down, abandoning the pretense of drinking. “Have you... have you finished thinking?”Sheila stopped pacing. She smoothed her skirt and looked him dead in the eye. “I thought, I processed, and I reached a conclusion.”Matthew felt a cold knot tighten in his stomach. “Mom, Patty told me that if she finds out Ronaldo was framed, she will break up with me. She’ll go back to him.”“That is the minimum one would expect, isn’t it, darling?” Sheila sat down opposite him, he
Chapter 1389 Malpractice and Malice
Maurício plowed through the corridors of the Andrade Clinic like a runaway locomotive. Doctors and nurses scattered into patient rooms or pressed themselves flat against the walls to avoid the blast radius of his foul mood.He didn’t acknowledge them, his face a thunderhead of irritation, until he reached the administration office and threw the door open without knocking.Inside, Emmanuelle was leaning precariously over the desk, her lips locked with Charles’s. The sudden intrusion shattered the moment.Emmanuelle lost her balance, collapsing into Charles’s lap, sending his swivel chair careening backward.The casters shrieked across the floor before the chair slammed violently into the filing cabinet behind them.“OW, man!” Charles yelped, rubbing his lower back. “Again?”“Sorry, but my complaint can’t wait!” Maurício barked, kicking the door shut.“I hope it’s worth it,” Emmanuelle huffed, untangling herself from her husband.She stood up, smoothing her blouse with practiced eleganc
Chapter 1388 Crumbling Foundations
The morning silence in the Andrade dining room was a luxury Walter rarely could afford. He sat at the head of the table, nursing a cup of skim milk, enjoying the absence of tension.“Are my parents awake yet, Gumercindo?”“Not yet, sir.”“Good.” Walter exhaled, his shoulders dropping an inch.Gumercindo retreated toward the kitchen, his expression tinged with a respectful pity for the rift between the young master and his parents. He brightened, however, as Jacqueline breezed into the room.“Welcome, Miss Andrade. Ah, pardon me, Mrs. Loss.”“Thank you, Gumercindo,” she smiled, waving away the silver service he offered. “Don’t worry about serving me. I’m just going to steal one of these ham and cheese brioches. They look too good to resist.”“Make yourself at home.”As the butler vanished, Jacqueline slid into the chair next to her brother, tearing into the pastry.“Delicious,” she murmured between bites, then dropped her voice. “I called the police.”“And?” Walter paused, his cup hove
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