Chapter Eighty One; Marrying a Brown Miller stumbled out of the casino, his mind clouded with despair and regret. He couldn’t believe he had lost all the money he made from selling the golden statue. He felt like a complete failure. With no idea where to go next, he walked into the nearest bar and ordered drink after drink, trying to drown his sorrows. By the time he staggered back to the Brown estate, it was late, and the once-lively house had quieted down. His wife, Joyce, had been looking for him, her suspicions growing as she noticed his absence during most of the family get-together after the wedding reception. When she saw him enter the house, reeking of alcohol and looking utterly defeated, her concern turned to anger. “Miller, where have you been?” she demanded, her voice sharp with worry and irritation. “You missed the entire family gathering after the wedding, What’s going on?” Miller slumped into a chair, tears streaming down his face. “I… I lost all

Chapter Eighty Three; The Devil Apears "Talk about the devil and he appears," Eleanor muttered under her breath as a sleek BMW S series drove right into her gates. Because the door of the living room was open, everyone could see the car from inside the living room. Maria and her family were wondering who had arrived in such a flashy car. Eleanor however, was angry, cursing in her mind. She thought Chris being here would just make them look down on her and her family even more, after all, thats’s what he’s good at. But seeing the shocked expressions on their faces, she couldn’t say anything out loud.Mark, Maria’s future son-in-law, had earlier planned with Maria to flaunt their status and belittle everyone else. He was good at showmanship, so he couldn’t resist commenting, with a sinister smile. “Wow, Steph, you’re trying to keep up with standards so much that you broke the bank to get your husband this fancy car."Stephany blushed, uncomfortable under the scrutiny. “He didn’t

Chapter Eighty Five; Henry to the Rescue The next day, Chris woke up to an unusually quiet house. Eleanor and Stephany were not around. He glanced at the clock, it was still very early, he picked up his phone to call Stephany. When she answered, she sounded hurried.“Where are you?” Chris asked.“We're at a Preston family meeting,” she replied. “I didn’t want you to offend your kind boss by skipping work today, so I didn’t bother calling you. I thought it best for you to keep impressing him.”Chris couldn’t tell if her comment was a veiled insult or genuine concern. Nonetheless, he smiled and decided he would join the meeting later after attending to some tasks at work.As he entered his car, Chris noticed the fresh Alpine herb Shelly had given him the previous night. It looked tempting and potent. He decided to wait until he got to the office to take it, just in case there were any side effects.Once he settled into his office, Chris followed the instructions and consumed the h

Chapter Eighty-Seven: A Boxer Versus A CultivatorChris entered the Preston family home just as Tony Blake was making his unwelcome advances. Tony, the towering national boxing champion, had his eyes fixed on Stephany with a disdainful smirk. “You’re far too pretty to waste on an impotent man like your husband. You should be with someone who can truly appreciate you,” he said, his tone dripping with arrogance.Chris, having just walked in, heard the remark. His face hardened with anger. “Are you that desperate that you go after people’s wives now?” he retorted, his voice cold and challenging.“Who the hell are you?” Tony asked, annoyed that someone had spoiled his fun. “I’m her husband,” Chris simply said, “Now ket go of my wife, or else..”Tony’s ego was pricked. His expression darkened as he turned his gaze toward Chris. “Or else what? You think you’re a match for me?” he growled.Before Chris could respond, Tony's fist flew out. The punch landed squarely on Chris’s jaw, sendin

Chapter Eighty Nine: Cunning Man Chris was taken aback when one of the men in the group claimed to recognize him. For a fleeting moment, he thought they might have figured out his true identity as Brown, from one of the richest families in America.Though he wasn’t displayed to the public from a young age, however, those close to their family knew the Brown children and grand children. He wondered how long it would have taken them to figure it out. However, his relief was short-lived. “Aren’t you Chris? The poor, lame live-in son-in-law of the Prestons? You married such a beautiful and worthy woman with nothing to give her. You must feel like you’ve won in life because I wonder what you’re doing here,” the man sneered. Connor quickly intervened, “Guys, give him a break, please. He’s my guest.” “But he’s not like one of us,” Leo retorted. “He’s not rich. He shouldn’t be here.” “Does it matter if I brought him here?” Connor replied firmly. “Okay, for your sake, we’ll let him