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The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 11. serving Chris a Drink
Chapter Eleven: Serving Chris A Drink. As the last of the Preston family left the restaurant, Mr. Dante approached Chris with a contrite expression. "Chris, I apologize for nearly exposing your true identity. I had no idea you hadn’t revealed it to the Prestons." Chris smiled, appreciating the sentiment. "No harm done, Mr. Dante. Thank you for stepping in." Mr. Dante’s face brightened with a warm smile. "To make it up to you, allow me to show you my newest venture, it is a high-end, exclusive bar and lounge. It's more luxurious than the one we were just in. I think you'll like it." Chris considered the offer for a moment, then nodded. "Sure, I'd love to see it." They left the restaurant together, and Mr. Dante led the way to a sleek, modern building a few blocks away. The exterior exuded sophistication, and the discreet entrance signaled the exclusivity within. Chris was impressed by the mere exterior of the building as they stepped inside. The interior of the new bar was
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 12. Give Him A Chance
Chapter Twelve: Give Him a chance The sun had barely risen when Chris walked through the front door of the Preston household. It was around 6 a.m., and he was greeted by the stern, unforgiving glare of his mother-in-law, Eleanor. She was already up, waiting for him, her eyes blazing with indignation. "Where have you been?" Eleanor's voice was sharp and condemning. “Deciding to create a scene last night by standing against Henry, Grandma's favorite child? You've made things worse for us, spiking the old woman's temper and favor.” “And then what? you have the nerve to stay out the whole night? Do you have any idea what you've done?" Chris opened his mouth to explain, but before he could say a word, Eleanor launched into a full-blown scolding. “You've jeopardized our standing in this family, and for what? To satisfy your ego? Do you know how hard we've worked to stay in Grandma's good graces?" “You know what; I’ve had enough, you’ll have to divorce my daughter and go before
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 13. MTD E House President
Chapter Thirteen: MTD Entertainment House President. Chris arrived at the MTD Entertainment House, ready to start his first day as president. The imposing building loomed before him, a testament to the power and prestige of the Brown family’s empire. His aunty Georgina was the president of the Entertainment house, however, today, he is the one. knowing she really loved this company and how hard it must have been for her to give up on it, Chris was more than happy to assume the position. After all, she was the mastermind behind him being chased from the Brown’s two years ago. As he was about to enter, a flashy, latest-edition Hyundai Accent drove right up to the front entrance, nearly running over his toes. Startled, Chris stepped back, watching as the driver’s door opened. Out stepped a beautiful blond haired lady with clear skin and radiant smile. Chris immediately recognized Loreta, his high school class mate that he had met at the wedding the other day. Chris rec
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 14. Punishment for being late
Chapter Fourteen: Punishment for being late Chris followed the manager into the MTD Entertainment House, the grandeur of the building reminding him of the few times he had visited as a child when his mother was still alive. The opulence was undeniable, with marble floors, high ceilings, and intricate architectural details that spoke to the Brown family's immense wealth and influence. As they walked further into the building, employees were gathered around to welcome the new president with enthusiasm and professionalism. Word had spread quickly that Chris was in the building, and everyone wanted to make a good impression. Chris acknowledged them with a polite nod and a smile, though he couldn't shake the bittersweet memories of a time when this place had been part of his world. Once inside his office, the manager briefed him on the current projects. There was a palpable buzz of excitement about the new star project, which involved signing Loreta, the rising actress.
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 15. Stephany’s Proposal Considered
Chapter Fifteen: Stephany’s Proposal Considered. Chris woke up early the next morning, determined to make the day better for Stephany. He moved quietly through the kitchen, preparing a breakfast that he hoped would bring a smile to her face. Pancakes, eggs, bacon, fresh fruit—he arranged everything meticulously on the table, adding a vase with a single rose for a touch of elegance. As he finished, Stephany walked into the kitchen, her eyes widening in surprise. "Chris, what's all this?" "Just a little something to start your day off right," he said with a smile. "I wanted to wish you well today. I know you have a lot on your plate." Stephany's face softened, and she approached the table. "Thank you, Chris. You’re beginning to improve these days." They sat down to eat, and for a few moments, the tension between them eased. Stephany savored each bite, feeling the love and effort Chris had put into the meal. "This is delicious," she said, giving him a thumbs up. "You sho
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 16. Unjust Accusations
Chapter Sixteen: Unjust Accusations Henry Preston stormed into MTD Entertainment Company with a determined stride, exuding confidence and arrogance. His eyes scanned the sleek, modern lobby, remembering the sting of his previous rejection. Today, he was here to conclude the partnership deal, convinced that his proposal would finally receive the acknowledgment it deserved. As he approached the receptionist, she greeted him politely. "Good morning, Mr. Preston. How can I assist you today?" "I'm here to see Mrs. Grace, the manger about finalizing the partnership deal between MTD and Preston Empire," Henry announced, his tone brooking no argument. "One moment, please," the receptionist replied, picking up the phone to call Mrs. Grace. Henry waited impatiently, tapping his foot. Moments later, Mrs. Grace emerged from the back office, her expression neutral but firm. "Mr. Preston, please follow me," she said, leading him to a conference room. Once seated, Henry wasted no
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 17. Desperation and Disappointment
Chapter Seventeen: Desperation and Disappointment Grandma Preston sat in her study, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts and worries. She was deeply disappointed in Stephany, not because she believed Henry’s baseless accusations, but because the situation with MTD Entertainment House was not resolved in their favor. She needed that partnership for the survival of Preston Empire. Sighing heavily, she reached for her cup of tea, only to be interrupted by a buzzing sound from her phone. She picked it up and saw a message notification. Her heart sank as she read the disturbing news: the shipment of products from China, meant for their newly signed talents, had gone missing in the Atlantic Ocean. “No, no, no,” she muttered, her hands trembling. This was a disaster. Without those products, their launch would be in jeopardy, and the losses would be catastrophic. She stood up and paced the room, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily on her shoulders. Preston Empire needed a b
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 18. Desperate Measures
Chapter Eighteen: Desperate Measures Henry paced the length of his room, his mind racing. The image of Grandma Preston's disappointed face haunted him. He had to fulfill her wish and secure the partnership with MTD Entertainment House by evening, when her birthday celebration was scheduled. The pressure was immense, and Henry felt his desperation growing with each tick of the clock. He decided to take a different approach. Calling Stela, his young and beautiful cousin, he laid out his plan. "Stela, I need your help. We’re going to MTD again, and this time, we're not taking no for an answer." Stela, always eager to help her family, agreed without hesitation. "Whatever you need, Henry. Let's do this." Together, they arrived at MTD Entertainment House, their determination clear. As they entered the grand lobby, Henry straightened his suit and took a deep breath. He was ready to do whatever it took. Approaching the receptionist, he demanded to see the manager, Mrs. Grace.
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327; shadows in motion
Chapter 327: Shadows in Motion Chris sat in his study, the soft glow of the desk lamp casting shadows across the room. Revenant’s information was spread out before him, detailing the Syndicate’s weak points, secret locations, and upcoming operations. For the first time, he had a clear map of their network. The next steps would be decisive. His phone buzzed on the desk. It was Connor. “They’re moving,” Connor said without preamble. “The Syndicate is shifting their base of operations. Revenant’s intel was spot on. If you want to catch them, it’s now or never.” Chris clenched his jaw. Timing was critical. “Where are they heading?” “An old factory on the outskirts of the city. It’s isolated and heavily fortified.” Chris nodded to himself. “I’ll handle it.” Connor hesitated. “You sure? This isn’t just another group of thugs. You’ll need backup.” “I have all the backup I need,” Chris replied, his tone firm. The factory was a hulking, decaying structure surrounded by rus
237; unexpected Ally
Chapter 326: The Unexpected Ally Chris sat in the quiet of his study, sifting through the documents he had retrieved. The Syndicate was on edge, their plans constantly shifting. He knew they wouldn’t let the sabotage go unanswered. A soft knock broke his concentration. Chris tensed for a moment before relaxing as Connor Shaw, the head of the local police and Chris’s closest ally, stepped inside. “You’ve been busy,” Connor said, tossing a newspaper onto the desk. The headline read: *Mysterious Saboteur Disrupts Syndicate Operations.* Chris gave a small smirk. “Just keeping them on their toes.” Connor pulled up a chair. “You’ve done more than that. Their network is unraveling, but there’s a problem.” Chris raised an eyebrow. “Go on.” “They’ve reached out to someone…a mercenary group known as the Black Summit. These guys don’t play games.” Chris leaned back, processing the new information. The Black Summit was notorious for taking on high-stakes contracts with ruthless ef
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Chapter 325: A New Threat? Chris walked into his study the next morning, feeling the weight of the previous night's events. The Syndicate was weakened, but they were far from defeated. He sat down and opened his encrypted laptop, searching for any updates or intel. As he scrolled through messages, a ping alerted him to a new file. It was from an anonymous sender. Chris opened it cautiously, his eyes narrowing as he read the details. The Syndicate was forming alliances with dangerous rogue groups, planning to strike back harder than before. He leaned back, letting out a slow breath. “They never quit,” he muttered. Chris decided he couldn’t wait for the next attack. If they were regrouping, he needed to hit them first. Using his shadow abilities, he infiltrated one of their smaller hideouts to gather more information. The hideout was nearly empty, with only a few guards patrolling. Chris took them down silently, using shadows to bind and knock them out. Inside,
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Chapter 325: A New Threat? Chris walked into his study the next morning, feeling the weight of the previous night's events. The Syndicate was weakened, but they were far from defeated. He sat down and opened his encrypted laptop, searching for any updates or intel. As he scrolled through messages, a ping alerted him to a new file. It was from an anonymous sender. Chris opened it cautiously, his eyes narrowing as he read the details. The Syndicate was forming alliances with dangerous rogue groups, planning to strike back harder than before. He leaned back, letting out a slow breath. “They never quit,” he muttered. Chris decided he couldn’t wait for the next attack. If they were regrouping, he needed to hit them first. Using his shadow abilities, he infiltrated one of their smaller hideouts to gather more information. The hideout was nearly empty, with only a few guards patrolling. Chris took them down silently, using shadows to bind and knock them out. Inside, he found d
325: A New Threat?
Chapter 325: A New Threat?Chris walked into his study the next morning, feeling the weight of the previous night's events. The Syndicate was weakened, but they were far from defeated. He sat down and opened his encrypted laptop, searching for any updates or intel.As he scrolled through messages, a ping alerted him to a new file. It was from an anonymous sender. Chris opened it cautiously, his eyes narrowing as he read the details. The Syndicate was forming alliances with dangerous rogue groups, planning to strike back harder than before.He leaned back, letting out a slow breath. “They never quit,” he muttered.Chris decided he couldn’t wait for the next attack. If they were regrouping, he needed to hit them first. Using his shadow abilities, he infiltrated one of their smaller hideouts to gather more information.The hideout was nearly empty, with only a few guards patrolling. Chris took them down silently, using shadows to bind and knock them out. Inside, he found documents d
324; Shadow in motion
Chapter 324: Shadows in Motion Chris sat in his dimly lit study, the soft glow of his laptop illuminating his face. The files he had extracted from the Syndicate's mountain facility were spread across his desk. They were a treasure trove of information, bank transactions, coded messages, and the names of individuals in powerful positions. Despite the victory, Chris couldn’t shake the feeling that the Syndicate’s downfall had been too easy. Organizations like that didn’t crumble overnight. They regrouped, evolved, and returned stronger. He leaned back in his chair, his mind racing. It was time to decide the next move. The next morning, as Chris went about his usual routine, he received a message on an encrypted line he rarely used. It was from an unknown number: “You’ve made an enemy, but also an ally. Meet me at the old chapel on Birchwood Road. Midnight."Chris stared at the message, weighing his options. The old chapel had long been abandoned, a perfect location for an
323; Unraveling the syndicate
Chapter 323: Unraveling the Syndicate The basement was quiet except for the faint hum of energy as Chris meditated. His focus was razor-sharp, the shadows around him responding to his command. The Syndicate had issued their challenge, and he was ready to strike back. Chris’s plan was simple yet dangerous. He would attend their so-called meeting, but not as a pawn in their game. He was going to dismantle the Syndicate from within, leaving them no chance to recover. Two days later, Chris arrived at an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. The building loomed like a monument to decay, its rusted metal doors creaking as Chris pushed them open. Inside, the air was thick with tension. A dozen figures sat around a long table, their faces hidden behind ornate masks representing animals—a lion, a snake, a crow, and others. At the head of the table sat the Syndicate leader, his mask a gleaming black dragon. Chris stood before them, his posture relaxed but his senses on
322: The web of shadows
Chapter 322: The Web of Shadows Chris returned home late that night, the city lights fading behind him as he parked his car down the street from the Preston residence. He took a moment to collect his thoughts, reviewing Hector's confession.The meeting at the mansion was a significant lead, but it was also a potential trap. Walking into the house, Chris made sure to slip inside quietly. Stephany and her family were likely asleep, and the last thing he wanted was for anyone to see the grim determination on his face. Tonight wasn’t the time for explanations or slip-ups. Instead of heading to bed, he went straight to the small storage space in the basement, locking the door behind him. Inside, Chris knelt in the center of the room. With a flick of his wrist, a small, glowing orb of energy appeared in his palm, illuminating the space. This was his sanctuary, a place where he could channel his cultivation abilities without raising suspicion. The energy pulsed in his hands, and
322; Into the Lion’s den
Chapter 321: Into the Lion’s Den The address on the note led Chris to an old, abandoned warehouse on the edge of the industrial district. The surrounding area was quiet, with most of the buildings boarded up or crumbling. The air smelled of rust and stale oil, a reminder of the district’s forgotten days of prosperity. Chris parked a few blocks away and approached on foot, keeping to the shadows. The closer he got, the more aware he became of the subtle signs of life. A flicker of movement in the upper windows. The faint crunch of gravel under boots. Hector wasn’t careless—he had guards watching every angle. Chris smirked faintly. “They’ll need more than that.”He stopped near a stack of old shipping containers and took a moment to assess the scene. Two men patrolled the front entrance, both armed with pistols. A third leaned against the side wall, smoking a cigarette and occasionally glancing at his watch. Chris’s fingers twitched, the energy within him stirring eagerly. T
