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
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
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
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
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
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
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.
Chapter One Hundred And Twenty Eight. Jack and Brown’s Joyce was very angry, her heart still heavy from the confrontation with Miller. She felt utterly drained, both physically and emotionally. The house felt colder than usual, the silence almost deafening. She was about to collapse on the couch when she heard a sharp knock on the door. The sound was jarring, like a demand rather than a request. With a sigh, she dragged herself to the door, not in the mood for any more surprises.When she opened the door, she was greeted by a sight that instantly set her on edge. Standing before her was a tall, imposing man, dressed in all black, with an air of menace that seemed to radiate from him. Behind him were several equally intimidating men, their expressions cold and unreadable. The man in front, with his sharp features and piercing eyes, seemed to be the leader of the group."Good evening," the man said, his voice smooth but laced with something sinister. "I'm looking for Chris Brown. I