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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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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
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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
