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The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 119, A Day Of Rest
Chapter One Hundred And Nineteen; A Day Of RestChris woke up feeling the weight of the last few days pressing heavily on his shoulders. He had been through a whirlwind of events that left him mentally and physically exhausted. Today, he decided, would be a day of rest and rejuvenation. He planned to work from home, taking it easy while catching up on some much-needed relaxation.As he sat at the kitchen table, sipping his morning coffee, his wife Stephany joined him. She looked at him with curiosity."Aren't you going to work today?" she asked.Chris smiled, appreciating her concern. "My boss gave me the day off," he replied. "I think he noticed I needed a break."Stephany nodded, understanding. Just then, his mother-in-law entered the room. She had a knack for seizing opportunities, and today was no different."If you're not working today, why don't you clean the whole house?" she suggested, her tone firm. "It's been a while since you were home, and it needs a good cleaning."Chris
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 119; Chris saved the drowning girl
Chapter One Hundred and Nineteen; Chris saved the drowning girl Chris lay back on the plush massage table, feeling the tension drain from his muscles under the skilled hands of the masseuse. The room was dimly lit, filled with the soothing scent of lavender, and soft, calming music played in the background. It was the perfect escape from the chaos of the past few days. The massage had worked wonders, and he felt rejuvenated, his mind and body at ease.When the session ended, Chris thanked the masseuse and stepped out of the spa area. The sun was shining brightly, casting a warm glow over the lounge. It was mid-afternoon, and the heat was intense. Most guests were lounging under umbrellas or in shaded cabanas, avoiding the sun's scorching rays. The pool area was almost deserted, with only a few people around.As he walked towards the pool, Chris noticed something unusual. A woman was thrashing in the water, her movements frantic and desperate. The sound of splashing caught his at
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 120; Blackmail.
Chapter One Hundred and Twenty; Blackmail. Chris was reclining in his lounge chair, basking in the satisfaction of a well-deserved rest, when he heard someone calling out, “Hey you, Preston family son-in-law!” He turned his head, squinting against the bright afternoon sun, but didn't recognize the woman approaching him. She was elegantly dressed, her demeanor exuding confidence. “Don’t you know me?” she said with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “I am Grace, Eleanor’s classmate. I was in your house one time. You’re the Diamond son-in-law, right?” Recognition flickered in Chris’s eyes. He vaguely remembered the day she was talking about, a day when he had handed over a diamond necklace to his mother-in-law, Eleanor. Grace had been there, clearly taken aback by the gesture, and had since then apparently kept tabs on him. “Ah, yes, I remember now,” Chris replied, his voice polite but distant. “How can I help you, Grace?”Grace’s smile widened, but her eyes were calcul
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 121, Two times in trouble
Chapter One Hundred And Twenty One; Two times in trouble Eaelier, before Chris arrived hom, he was driving back home, the gentle hum of the engine almost lulling him into a rare sense of peace, when something caught his eye. At the corner of a dimly lit street, he noticed a young woman struggling with a hulking man who was trying to force her into a car.The sight sent a jolt through him, he recognized the girl immediately, she was the lady he had just saved from drowning.For a brief moment, Chris considered driving past. After all, getting involved could mean more trouble, and trouble was something he had enough of. But as he tightened his grip on the steering wheel, he knew he couldn't ignore what he was witnessing. His conscience wouldn’t let him. With a resigned sigh, he turned the car around and approached the pair.He pulled up beside them, his mind racing for a plan. The man was large, clearly muscular, and from the looks of it, intent on forcing Emily into the car. Chris
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 122, Quite the player
Chapter One Hundred And Twenty Two; Quite the Player. Grace sat in her car, fuming at the way Chris had dismissed her earlier. How dare he ignore her, especially after she had given him a clear opportunity to avoid trouble? It wasn't in her nature to let things slide, especially not when she felt slighted. She pulled out her phone, scrolling through the pictures she had taken of Chris and the woman he had just saved from the pool."Let's see how you like this," Grace muttered under her breath as she selected the best shot for this scenario.She picked a particularly incriminating one where the woman, scantily clad in a swimsuit, was hugging Chris after he'd administered CPR.To anyone who didn't know the context, it looked like something far more intimate was going on.Without hesitation, Grace forwarded the picture to Eleanor, Chris's mother-in-law. Along with the image, she added a message dripping with malice: "Your diamond son-in-law? More like a diamond in the rough. Look at
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 123, Good Meal
Chapter One Hundred And Twenty Three; Good Meal Chris sighed heavily as the conversation with Eleanor started to spiral into dangerous territory. Divorce was not something he looked forward to, he loved his wife. Just as Eleanor was about to say something else, the door creaked open, and Stephany walked in. Her face lit up when she saw them, but she immediately sensed the tension in the room."Why are you talking about divorce?" Stephany asked, her voice laced with concern as she looked between Chris and Eleanor.Chris quickly stepped forward, offering her a warm smile. “Don't worry about it, Steph. It's just a misunderstanding." He placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, guiding her towards the dining area. "I cooked your favorite today. Why don't we sit down and eat?"Stephany hesitated, glancing back at her mother, who still looked upset. "Are you sure everything's okay?" she asked, her voice softer now, clearly worried about the argument she had walked in on."Everything's
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 123, Guilt Tripping
Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Three; Guilt Tripping The next day, Chris was sitting at his desk, trying to focus on the paperwork in front of him, but his mind kept drifting back to everything that had happened recently. The tension with Eleanor, the investigation into Miller, and now the uneasy peace they were trying to maintain at home, it was all starting to wear on him. But just as he managed to find a sliver of focus, the door to his office burst open.He looked up, startled, to see Joyce, Miller's wife, storming in. Her face was flushed with anger, and her eyes were red, either from crying or from the rage that seemed to radiate off her. Chris immediately knew this wasn't going to be a pleasant encounter."Chris!" Joyce shouted, slamming the door behind her. "How could you do this to Miller? He's your cousin, your blood!"Chris sighed and set his pen down. "Joyce, I know you're upset, but this isn't something I can control. The authorities investigated and found evidence ag
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 125. Miller in cell
Chapter One hundred and Twenty Five; Miller in cell From MTD, Joyce did not go home directly, she went there to meet her husband directly.Joyce walked through the heavy metal doors of the prison, her heart pounding with every step. The place smelled of damp concrete and despair, the echoes of distant voices bouncing off the walls. She was here to visit her husband, Miller, who had been locked away for the crimes he had committed. She never imagined she'd see him in a place like this—a man who once had everything but now reduced to a mere number in the prison system.She was led to the visitor's area, where a thick pane of glass separated the inmates from their visitors. The guard gestured for her to sit and wait, and after a few tense minutes, Miller was brought in. He looked disheveled, his usual clean-cut appearance replaced by a shadow of stubble and dark circles under his eyes. His once confident stride was now a shuffle, and the bitterness etched on his face was palpable.
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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
