And if she got that bad reputation, Valentina knew it would be difficult for her to find a good husband, and she didn't want Victoria to be single and alone for the rest of her life. She wanted her niece to start her own family, and her future husband didn't have to be rich and powerful; in fact, he just had to bring her happiness and a sense of security.
“Victoria, please tell me the truth. Are you in a relationship with Jackson?” Valentina whispered, leading Victoria to the French window in the bedroom.
Victoria was surprised to hear this abrupt question and shook her head unconsciously.
“No, how could I have anything to do with him?”
“Victoria, I don't want to be nosy... But what did you talk to him about in the office toni
At the Lazer family mansion, the atmosphere was stifling.Jackson arrived accompanied by Marcello, bringing with him ten bodyguards. They searched every corner of the house, from the main hall to the damp basement where Victoria had been held captive. But Jennie and Suelen were nowhere to be found.The worst thing was what they found on the floor: bloodstains.Traces of someone who had been dragged away from there.Marcello turned pale. “That's a bad sign...”Jackson crouched down, watching the trail closely. His jaw clenched, his brow furrowed. He knew that Suelen didn't have powerful enough contacts to hide a hostage in the city, especially after the news of Jennie's disappearance had spread. Who would risk helping her?So... where could she have taken her?Time was running out. There were only a few hours left until eight o'clock the next morning. And with every passing minute, Jennie's life was in greater danger.“Mr. Carso
Evelyn's heart raced when André impatiently raised his voice. She gripped the strap of her bag tightly, her face changing expression.Did he find Fernanda?Otherwise, he wouldn't be so cold, so indifferent to Jennie's safety.So that's it... finally, I got my punishment.Her eyes turned red. Disappointment and despair overwhelmed her. She had always tried to restrain herself, but her husband's attitude said it all. He no longer cared about her or their daughter. He was ready to go back to Fernanda.Evelyn saw no reason to pretend anymore. It was time to lay everything out in the open.She wiped her tears and stared at André, her voice trembling with despair:“André, I know you came back because of Fernanda. It doesn't matter... you can go find her. But please, help find our daughter first.”Her throat tightened as if she had a lump in it.“Jennie has been kidnapped and you're not doing anything. What sh
After a few seconds, Marcello took a deep breath and said:“Mr. Jorge, please help my mother check in first. I'll join you later.”Jorge relayed the message to Evelyn.But she was in no mood for formalities. Her heart was on fire, and the only thing she wanted was to know about Jennie. She picked up the phone with trembling hands and, her voice hoarse with anxiety, blurted out:“Marcello, where is Jennie? I read the news about her disappearance. Is it true?”Marcello paused before replying:“Mom, don't worry. I'm taking care of it.”“How can I not worry? She's my daughter!” Evelyn shouted, tears already burning in her eyes. “You want me to stay calm while she's missing?”Her voice grew increasingly harsh, but her desperation was clear.“Where's your father?” she pressed. Deep down, she knew something was about to come to light.Still, nothing
“What happened, Jennie?” André asked, his voice tight with concern. “Dad... I'm fine... but please help Ciara. Please!” Jennie begged, sobbing. André knew his daughter well; that pleading tone was not like her. A chill ran down his spine: she could have been kidnapped. His face hardened. He gripped the phone tightly and asked, his voice firm and nervous: “Jennie, are you at the Lazer family's house?” Jennie didn't dare answer. She saw Suelen's evil gaze cutting through the space between them like a blade. Before she could say anything, Suelen took the phone from her hands. “Mr. Lewis,” Suelen said sharply, “do you remember me? Last time, you set me up and left me in a horrible situation. Now your daughter is under my control. How about we reconsider our pending conversation?” André cursed under his breath. It was Suelen. He knew how cruel that woman was and felt panic tighten his chest. Holding back his anger, he pressed his hand against his heart and said through clenched teeth,
One of the ladies washing dishes entered the kitchen, curious.“Who was that girl in the presidential suite? How could she just disappear?”The manager stared at her irritably.“She's a Lewis from London!” he replied impatiently, before shouting at everyone again. “How many times have I told you? The kitchen is a restricted area!” You can't just let anyone in. This isn't a corner restaurant!“At that moment, someone muttered,”Wait... I think the chef wrote down that guy's ID number."Immediately, everyone turned their eyes to the chef.He widened his eyes, suddenly remembering. In the midst of the rush, he had indeed written something down. “Let me look.”He hurriedly opened his notebook and flipped through a few pages until he found it.“Here it is!”The manager took the paper as if it were a treasure and ran back to the top floor.As soon as h
Jennie tried to calm down and examined every corner of the basement. But there was no way out: doors and windows locked, no cracks of hope.She couldn't escape alone.The realization plunged her into despair.Where am I? Does Marcello already know I've been kidnapped? And Dad... he just recovered. If he finds out, he'll get sick again.Jennie curled up on the cold floor, sobbing uncontrollably. Tears of regret fell from her eyes.•••Meanwhile, at the hotel, Marcello searched the suite for clues. Nothing. No evidence.I need help... but from whom?Jackson. He had power, influence, eyes and ears all over São Paulo. But Jennie had offended Victoria. Would he be willing to help?Marcello thought for a moment and decided to take a chance. He called Jackson, asking for support.Jackson was silent when he learned that Jennie had been kidnapped. His first reaction was to refuse.