Chapter one hundred and one: Arrested for Theft Chris felt a surge of relief as he drove away from the Preston estate, the tension of the family meeting still heavy on his shoulders. The news of the shares and Mr. Cradwell's unexpected intervention had left the family reeling. He was eager to get to work and focus on something other than the turmoil of the morning.As he drove through the city streets, he made a brief stop at a junction to pick up a few documents from a local office. The traffic was light, and the day seemed to be settling into a normal routine.But as Chris exited his car and approached the office, a series of flashing blue lights and the blaring sirens of a police car abruptly interrupted the peaceful scene. Several police officers exited their vehicles and surrounded him, their stern faces set with purpose.“Mr. Chris Preston, you’re under arrest,” one of the officers declared firmly.Chris was taken aback, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “Arrest? For what

Chapter one hundred and three: Half a Billion each Chris adjusted his grip on the steering wheel, his mind still preoccupied with the recent turmoil. The drive home had been uneventful until his phone buzzed, pulling him out of his thoughts. He glanced at the screen and saw an unfamiliar number. For a moment, he hesitated, considering whether to answer. Given the day's events, he wasn’t in the mood for unexpected calls. But something about the timing made him answer.He tapped the screen to accept the call. “Hello?”“Mr Brown?” a voice on the other end said, its tone crisp and businesslike. “This is Victor Raines. Shelly gave me your number.”Chris’s curiosity was piqued. He remembered Shelly mentioning a potential client interested in the Ascension portion—a powerful alchemical elixir that could significantly enhance a cultivator’s abilities. “Yes, this is Chris. What can I do for you, Mr. Raines?”“I understand you have an Ascension portion available. I’m interested in purchasing

Chapter One Hundred and Five, Hoe did we get here? After Jackson's wedding, the Brown household buzzed with the afterglow of celebration. The following day passed without incident, with Mr. Brown not entering his study. It wasn’t until two days later, with the sun setting behind the hills, casting an amber hue across the estate, that Mr. Brown felt the need to retreat to his private sanctuary.As he stepped into the study, a sense of unease washed over him. His eyes scanned the room, settling on the empty pedestal where the golden goddess statue had always stood. His heart skipped a beat. The statue was missing. Panic set in as he moved frantically around the room, searching every nook and cranny.“Where is it?” he muttered to himself, opening drawers, moving books, and lifting papers. The statue, a family heirloom and a symbol of their legacy, was nowhere to be found. He hurried to his bedroom, rifling through his belongings with increasing desperation. The statue was not there eith

Chapter one hundred and Seven. Card declines He was in the room with his granny when she started breathing hard and her movement became very drastic, Chris was very scared and rushed to call the nurses to inform the doctor to check up on her condition. Chris sat in the hospital's waiting room, his mind racing with anxiety. The weight of the situation bore down on him as he awaited any updates on Nanny Grace's condition. He knew that her life hung in the balance and that every second counted.A nurse approached him, her expression grave. "Mr. Brown, we need to discuss your grandmother's surgery."Chris stood up quickly, his heart pounding. "What is it? Is she going into surgery now?"The nurse shook her head. "Unfortunately, we cannot proceed with the surgery until payment has been made."Chris’s eyes widened in disbelief. "You can't be serious. This is a life-and-death situation! You need to save her!"The nurse maintained her professional demeanor. "I understand your concern, but h

Chapter one hundred and eight; I need it in cash.Chris raced back to his office, his mind consumed with a singular focus: make the ascension pill and get the money. The desperation and urgency of Nanny Grace’s situation had driven him to the edge, and he couldn't afford to waste any time.He parked his car haphazardly, barely bothering to lock it before sprinting into the building. His heart pounded as he rushed to his private lab, the urgency of his task propelling him forward. Every second felt like an eternity, and he knew that Nanny Grace's life depended on his speed and efficiency.Once inside his lab, Chris quickly gathered the necessary ingredients. The process of making an ascension pill was delicate and required precision, but his hands moved with practiced skill. As he worked, he couldn’t help but reflect on the irony of the situation. Just hours ago, he had been worried about petty family squabbles, and now he was fighting to save a life.He carefully measured each compon