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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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360; The Breaking Point
Chapter 360: The Breaking Point It’s the next day after Chris presented himself to the world in his full glory, the media has carried the news both far and near and the Preston’s were still in shock of the revelation. The Preston boardroom was unusually quiet that morning. Sunlight filtered through the tall glass windows, casting golden stripes across the dark mahogany table. The chairs were all filled—executives, advisors, partners from subsidiaries. But one seat at the head of the table remained empty. Stephany’s seat. Eleanor sat in her usual place, fingers steepled, a slight crease in her brow. She glanced at her watch again. Still no word. Still no daughter. Still no leadership. It had been two days since the gala. Two days since the world discovered that Chris Brown—the quiet son-in-law they mocked—was actually the president of MTD and the force behind Sterling Heritage. Two days since Stephany had vanished. “She’s taking time to think,” Eleanor said qui
359: Stephany’s Spiral
Chapter 359: Stephany’s Spiral Stephnay stepped our. And Chris followed her. The air outside the ballroom was colder than it should’ve been. Stephany’s heels clicked furiously against the marble as she stormed down the corridor, the silk of her gown swishing violently behind her. Her breath came in shallow bursts, not from exertion, but from the ache building in her chest, from the burn in her throat she couldn’t swallow. Everyone had lied to her. Everyone. Her father… who paraded around like he was the reason for the deal, when he was nothing more than a shadow. Her mother… who, for all her sharpness, had encouraged her to chase a stranger, unaware he was already sleeping in her daughter’s bed. Sandra… her friend, her confidante, who had stood by and said nothing while Stephany wept and doubted and begged. And Chris. Chris. The man she insulted. Defended. Hated. Loved. The man who, it turned out, had been ten steps ahead of her the entire time. She pushed
358; after the lights
Chapter 359: After the Lights The ballroom lights dimmed slowly, the last echoes of applause fading into the glittering hush of evening elegance. The crowd had dispersed into small clusters some lingering around the champagne bar, others whispering in stunned awe near the media walls. The air was thick with disbelief, admiration… and a new respect that hadn’t been there before. Chris Brown stepped off the stage like a man who had just laid his past to rest. His face was composed. His shoulders straight. But inside? A storm raged. He didn’t look for her in the crowd. He didn’t need to. He felt her. Stephany. And she was coming. Each step she took echoed like a countdown. He turned slowly to face her, meeting her eyes across the polished marble floor, under chandeliers that suddenly seemed too bright. Her heels clicked to a stop three feet in front of him. She didn’t speak at first. Didn’t blink. She just looked at him like she was seeing a ghost. No… like she was seei
357 the speech
Chapter 358: The Speech The ballroom, moments before electric with noise, now pulsed with stunned silence. The man everyone had ignored, mocked, and dismissed… stood before them. No longer in the shadows. No longer “just a son-in-law.” Chris Brown. The President of MTD Enterprises.If not because Sandra herself introduced him, no one would believe he was the owner of Sterling, the one calling the shots. The man who had, without the Preston name, without favors or inheritance, built a corporate empire that now stood at the helm of Preston Holdings’ salvation. He stepped up to the stage, his black tux catching the soft gold light of the chandeliers above. Calm, composed, magnetic. He didn’t need a grand entrance. He was the moment. The microphone felt cool in his hand as he brought it close. “Good evening,” he began, his voice smooth, quiet, but undeniably strong. The crowd leaned in. “I’ll keep this brief,” he continued. “I know the wine is flowing, and so
356; president on a bike
Chapter 356: The President on a Bike The Grand New York Ballroom shimmered with opulence. Glittering chandeliers hung like frozen stars above the gold-accented floor. Guests milled about in tuxedos and flowing gowns, laughter and polite applause filling the space as media crews tried to capture every angle. Business moguls, celebrities, and dignitaries gathered, sipping champagne and posing for press photos beneath the towering banners that read: “The New Preston Empire – Gala of Legacy and Innovation.” Charles Preston stood front and center, basking in the glow of attention. His tailored white suit gleamed under the lights, and he wore a practiced smile that hadn’t wavered since the event began. Every reporter, every business associate—he greeted them all with open arms and exaggerated humility. “I just did what any visionary would do,” Charles said during an interview, brushing invisible lint off his shoulder. “The expansion was necessary. And thanks to our trusted par
355; a night of glass And gold
Chapter 355: A night of glass and gold. Add her mother pushes her to welcome him The Grand New York Ballroom shimmered like a crown jewel in the heart of Manhattan. Crystal chandeliers dripped light onto mirrored floors, casting glittering illusions across a sea of tuxedos and couture gowns. The air was thick with cologne, champagne, and the sharp undercurrent of ambition. It was a night carved out for legends. And Charles Preston was ready to claim it. "Smile, Mr. Preston!" "Over here, Charles!" "The face behind Preston’s comeback!" Charles grinned wide, adjusting his cufflinks as camera flashes burst in succession. Reporters flanked the red carpet, microphones stretched forward like spears as he paused just long enough for the spotlight to settle comfortably on him. “Yes,” he said with polished ease, “we’re very proud of the progress Preston Holdings has made this year. Tonight is about celebrating that growth—and the vision that brought us here.”
354: Behind the Velvet curtain
Chapter 354: Behind the Velvet Curtain The night shimmered like a stage awaiting its lead actor. Inside the Grand Ballroom at the Empire Crown Hotel, chandeliers sparkled above a sea of elegantly dressed guests. Velvet drapes framed tall windows, and gold, edged mirrors gave the illusion of endless luxury. A symphony quartet played in the background, their music crisp, purposeful like the gala itself. This wasn't just a party. It was war with lace gloves and champagne. And behind the scenes, the generals were preparing. Connor Shaw, head of the Metropolitan Police and Chris’s long, time ally, stood in the back service corridor of the hotel, earpiece in, tablet in hand. His eyes weren’t on the stage. They were on security feeds. “I want eyes on every major entrance,” he said into the comms. “Check for duplicates of the guest list, especially near the back elevators. Nothing gets past us tonight.” He wasn’t here in uniform. He was dressed in a black tailored suit
353; The interruption
Chapter 353: The Interruption The city glowed with twilight as the sun bowed behind glass towers and flashing billboards, preparing to hand the stage over to a night of prestige, power, and unveiling. The Preston Expansion Gala was just hours away, and every detail had been scrutinized to perfection—down to the shimmer of champagne and the alignment of name cards. But Chris never made it to the venue. Not yet. He had left the penthouse in his tailored suit, calm and resolved, his presence a storm wrapped in elegance. The drive his most trusted escort had been instructed to take the back route, avoiding media hotspots. It was supposed to be quiet. Controlled. But power always attracts chaos. And Chris never saw it coming. As the car approached an underpass just twenty minutes from the gala hall, a black SUV swerved from nowhere, cutting them off. Before the driver could react, another vehicle blocked them from behind. Then darkness. Metal clashed. Tires screeched. Doors fl
352: the call of blood
Chapter 352: The Call of Blood The morning sun filtered through the tall windows of Chris's penthouse office, casting elongated shadows across the polished marble floor. He stood by the window, gazing out at the city skyline, his reflection a ghostly overlay against the bustling world beyond. The news had broken earlier that day: the elusive president of MTD was also the owner of Sterling Heritage and would be making a public appearance at the Preston gala. His phone buzzed on the desk behind him, a persistent vibration that refused to be ignored. Chris turned slowly, his eyes narrowing as he saw the caller ID: "Grandpa Brown." A sigh escaped his lips, heavy with the weight of unspoken words and unresolved tensions. He picked up the phone, the device cool against his palm, and answered with a measured tone. "Grandpa." The voice on the other end was sharp, tinged with a mix of frustration and disbelief. "Christopher, care to explain why I had to find out from the p
