Arthur was furious when he couldn't find Clara at home. He searched for her, shouting his wife's name until it echoed throughout the house.
"Damn it! Where is that woman? Why isn't she back yet!" Arthur was upset as he continued to search for Clara.
Elsewhere, Clara was having dinner with Aaron at his luxurious condominium. They were dining on the balcony with two large red candles lit and a bottle of 1920 Bourdon.
"Did you enjoy the game today, Mr. Aaron?" Clara poured red wine into the young lawyer's glass in front of her.
"It seems to me that you enjoyed it more, Miss," replied Aaron, raising his glass and toasting her.
"Maybe. But I think today's game was a little dull. Peter was too flat, but even so, I can't underestimate him. There's only one thing I want to know: how did Jacob Ficanto make Alysa his heir when it's clear that her family name and place of residence are different?"
"Inheritance knows no family, Miss Clara. You must remember that!"
