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The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 106, Nanny Grace
Chapter One hundred and six, Nanny Grace Chris was just leaving the police station, still shaken by the recent events and the heavy accusations against him, when his phone buzzed. It was an unfamiliar number, but he answered it, hoping it might be some good news amidst the turmoil.“Hello?” he answered, his voice tinged with exhaustion.“Chris, is that you?” came the frail, familiar voice of Nanny Grace. His heart skipped a beat. Nanny Grace was his grandmother from his mother’s side, a woman who had taken him in when he had nowhere else to go.“Nanny Grace! What’s wrong?” Chris asked, his concern mounting instantly.“I’m not feeling well, dear. I’ve been brought to the hospital in the city. They couldn’t operate on me in the village,” she explained, her voice trembling with weakness.Chris’s mind raced. Nanny Grace had always been there for him when no one else was. The thought of her in pain was unbearable. “I’ll be there right away, Nanny Grace. Hang in there,” he promised, his vo
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 107, card declines
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
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 108, Sourcing for money
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
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 108, I need it in cash
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
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 110; it was nt about the debt
Chapter one hundred and ten; it wasn’t about the debt.Chris paced back and forth in the waiting room, his mind a whirlpool of anxiety and hope. Hours had passed since the surgery began, each minute stretching into an eternity. The hospital's sterile walls seemed to close in on him, amplifying his worry. Finally, a doctor emerged from the operating room, pulling down his mask to reveal a reassuring smile."The surgery was successful," the doctor announced. "Your grandmother is in recovery now."A wave of relief washed over Chris, nearly buckling his knees. "Thank you, doctor. Thank you so much."The doctor nodded. "She'll need some time to recover, but everything went well. You can see her in a little while once she's settled in her room."Chris thanked the doctor again and made his way to the hospital's gift shop. He wanted to make sure Nanny Grace woke up to something comforting. As he browsed the aisles, he picked out a soft, pastel-colored blanket, a bouquet of bright flowers, and
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 111, another opportunity to get money
Chapter one hundreds and eleven; Another opportunity to get moneyChris received a call from Mrs. Pete Sinclair early in the morning, just as he was finishing his breakfast. Her voice was urgent, yet polite, and she sounded a bit flustered. She explained that she needed his expertise to appraise a piece of jewelry. Chris, recognizing an opportunity to make some much-needed cash, immediately agreed to meet her.After taking a quick shower and dressing in his best business casual attire, Chris headed out to the address Mrs. Sinclair had given him. He drove through the city, the streets bustling with morning activity, until he reached the affluent neighborhood where Mrs. Sinclair lived. Her house was a large, elegant mansion surrounded by meticulously maintained gardens, a clear sign of wealth and status.Chris parked his car and walked up to the grand front door. He rang the doorbell, and within moments, a butler answered, ushering him inside. The interior of the house was just as impre
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 112, A Call To Duty.
Chapter One hundred and twelve. : A Call to Duty Mrs. Pete Sinclair was in the middle of organizing her paperwork when her phone rang, disrupting her concentration. She glanced at the caller ID and saw that it was from the office. She hesitated for a moment before answering, knowing that calls from the office usually meant urgent matters. "Hello, Mrs. Sinclair speaking," she answered in her usual composed tone. "Mrs. Sinclair, this is Angela from the office. We have a situation that requires your immediate attention. Mr. Larson insisted it couldn't wait." Mrs. Sinclair sighed quietly, realizing that her evening plans were about to be derailed. “Alright, Angela. I'll be there as soon as I can." She hung up the phone and immediately thought of Chris, thinking he has not gone so far. He had just completed an appraisal for her and was on his way back home. She quickly dialed his number, hoping he hadn't gone too far. "Chris, it's Mrs. Sinclair. I need you to come back to the
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 112 , the gold statue
Chapter one hundred and twelve; the good state Chris pulled up to the parking lot of the antique store, the sun casting a warm glow over the building as he stepped out of his car. The store was quaint and unassuming, nestled between a bakery and a florist. He had been meaning to drop by for a while now, but today, he was driven by an unexpected curiosity.He had been handling his affairs with a renewed sense of purpose lately, and as part of that, he wanted to keep an eye on anything that might cross paths with his ongoing issues. His visit was purely casual, but as he entered the store, his eyes immediately caught sight of something that made his heart race.The store was filled with an assortment of antiques and collectibles, each item meticulously arranged. Chris wandered through the aisles, his gaze sweeping over old furniture, vintage jewelry, and various curios. As he turned a corner, he saw a display case at the back of the store. Inside the case was a stunning statue that ins
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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321; lines inthe sand
Chapter 320: Lines in the Sand The note clutched in Chris’s hand crumpled slightly as he stood on the porch, the cool night air biting against his skin. He stared at the words again—simple but direct. “You should have stayed in your small office job. The Syndicate always collects its debts.”Chris let out a slow breath, his eyes narrowing. Whoever had left the note wanted him rattled, but all it did was strengthen his resolve. He glanced at the dagger pinning it to the door—a cheap intimidation tactic. They were watching. They wanted him to know they were close. Without a word, Chris pulled the dagger free and slid it into his pocket. He folded the note, tucked it inside his jacket, and walked into the house, careful to keep his expression calm. Chris dropped his keys on the kitchen counter and poured himself a glass of water. His muscles were still humming from the trial earlier, a subtle reminder of the power now flowing within him. It wasn’t overwhelming anymore; it was
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Chapter 320; Echoes of the Syndicate
Chapter 319: Echoes of the Syndicate The stillness of Chris’s home was a sharp contrast to the chaos he had left behind at the warehouse. As he moved through the quiet halls, his senses remained heightened. The elixir’s effects still surged in his veins, sharpening his focus and amplifying his already formidable strength. He stopped briefly in his study, a small room filled with books, maps, and tools he used to piece together the web of the Syndicate’s influence. Tonight’s events had created a ripple, but he knew ripples had a way of turning into waves. Chris leaned against the desk, staring at the map pinned to the wall. Strings of red connected key locations in the city—places he knew were tied to the Syndicate. Victor Kane’s intel and tonight’s ambush had only solidified the reality: the Syndicate wasn’t just a threat to him but to the entire balance of power in the region. The faint vibration of his burner phone broke his concentration. He flipped it open to see a code
