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The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 13. MTD E House President
Chapter Thirteen: MTD Entertainment House President. Chris arrived at the MTD Entertainment House, ready to start his first day as president. The imposing building loomed before him, a testament to the power and prestige of the Brown family’s empire. His aunty Georgina was the president of the Entertainment house, however, today, he is the one. knowing she really loved this company and how hard it must have been for her to give up on it, Chris was more than happy to assume the position. After all, she was the mastermind behind him being chased from the Brown’s two years ago. As he was about to enter, a flashy, latest-edition Hyundai Accent drove right up to the front entrance, nearly running over his toes. Startled, Chris stepped back, watching as the driver’s door opened. Out stepped a beautiful blond haired lady with clear skin and radiant smile. Chris immediately recognized Loreta, his high school class mate that he had met at the wedding the other day. Chris rec
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 14. Punishment for being late
Chapter Fourteen: Punishment for being late Chris followed the manager into the MTD Entertainment House, the grandeur of the building reminding him of the few times he had visited as a child when his mother was still alive. The opulence was undeniable, with marble floors, high ceilings, and intricate architectural details that spoke to the Brown family's immense wealth and influence. As they walked further into the building, employees were gathered around to welcome the new president with enthusiasm and professionalism. Word had spread quickly that Chris was in the building, and everyone wanted to make a good impression. Chris acknowledged them with a polite nod and a smile, though he couldn't shake the bittersweet memories of a time when this place had been part of his world. Once inside his office, the manager briefed him on the current projects. There was a palpable buzz of excitement about the new star project, which involved signing Loreta, the rising actress.
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 15. Stephany’s Proposal Considered
Chapter Fifteen: Stephany’s Proposal Considered. Chris woke up early the next morning, determined to make the day better for Stephany. He moved quietly through the kitchen, preparing a breakfast that he hoped would bring a smile to her face. Pancakes, eggs, bacon, fresh fruit—he arranged everything meticulously on the table, adding a vase with a single rose for a touch of elegance. As he finished, Stephany walked into the kitchen, her eyes widening in surprise. "Chris, what's all this?" "Just a little something to start your day off right," he said with a smile. "I wanted to wish you well today. I know you have a lot on your plate." Stephany's face softened, and she approached the table. "Thank you, Chris. You’re beginning to improve these days." They sat down to eat, and for a few moments, the tension between them eased. Stephany savored each bite, feeling the love and effort Chris had put into the meal. "This is delicious," she said, giving him a thumbs up. "You sho
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 16. Unjust Accusations
Chapter Sixteen: Unjust Accusations Henry Preston stormed into MTD Entertainment Company with a determined stride, exuding confidence and arrogance. His eyes scanned the sleek, modern lobby, remembering the sting of his previous rejection. Today, he was here to conclude the partnership deal, convinced that his proposal would finally receive the acknowledgment it deserved. As he approached the receptionist, she greeted him politely. "Good morning, Mr. Preston. How can I assist you today?" "I'm here to see Mrs. Grace, the manger about finalizing the partnership deal between MTD and Preston Empire," Henry announced, his tone brooking no argument. "One moment, please," the receptionist replied, picking up the phone to call Mrs. Grace. Henry waited impatiently, tapping his foot. Moments later, Mrs. Grace emerged from the back office, her expression neutral but firm. "Mr. Preston, please follow me," she said, leading him to a conference room. Once seated, Henry wasted no
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 17. Desperation and Disappointment
Chapter Seventeen: Desperation and Disappointment Grandma Preston sat in her study, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts and worries. She was deeply disappointed in Stephany, not because she believed Henry’s baseless accusations, but because the situation with MTD Entertainment House was not resolved in their favor. She needed that partnership for the survival of Preston Empire. Sighing heavily, she reached for her cup of tea, only to be interrupted by a buzzing sound from her phone. She picked it up and saw a message notification. Her heart sank as she read the disturbing news: the shipment of products from China, meant for their newly signed talents, had gone missing in the Atlantic Ocean. “No, no, no,” she muttered, her hands trembling. This was a disaster. Without those products, their launch would be in jeopardy, and the losses would be catastrophic. She stood up and paced the room, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily on her shoulders. Preston Empire needed a b
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 18. Desperate Measures
Chapter Eighteen: Desperate Measures Henry paced the length of his room, his mind racing. The image of Grandma Preston's disappointed face haunted him. He had to fulfill her wish and secure the partnership with MTD Entertainment House by evening, when her birthday celebration was scheduled. The pressure was immense, and Henry felt his desperation growing with each tick of the clock. He decided to take a different approach. Calling Stela, his young and beautiful cousin, he laid out his plan. "Stela, I need your help. We’re going to MTD again, and this time, we're not taking no for an answer." Stela, always eager to help her family, agreed without hesitation. "Whatever you need, Henry. Let's do this." Together, they arrived at MTD Entertainment House, their determination clear. As they entered the grand lobby, Henry straightened his suit and took a deep breath. He was ready to do whatever it took. Approaching the receptionist, he demanded to see the manager, Mrs. Grace.
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 19. A launch Date With Intentions
Chapter Nineteen: A Lunch Date with Intentions Stephany decided to focus solely on her work, determined to make Luxury Flair shine at the upcoming fashion week. She had been in her office all morning, reviewing designs and coordinating with suppliers. Her desk was piled with fabric swatches, sketches, and a half-empty cup of coffee. The phone rang, cutting through the concentrated silence. "Hello?" she answered, not taking her eyes off a particularly intricate sketch. "Stephany, it's Bradley," a familiar voice said. "I was wondering if you'd like to join me for lunch today?" Stephany hesitated. She had no plans to leave the office today. There was too much to do. But then she remembered the Blue Emerald Cartier Necklace Bradley had promised. She couldn't afford to offend him, especially when he had spent a fortune on that rare piece of jewelry. "Sure, Bradley. Where should we meet?" she replied, forcing a cheerful tone into her voice. "De Empress Kitchen. I'll be wa
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 20. Encouragement to shine
Chapter Twenty: An Encouragement to Shine Chris returned home late in the evening, exhausted but eager to see Stephany. As he entered their modest apartment, he noticed the living room lights were dimmed and a serene quietness filled the space. He quietly approached the bedroom, pushing the door open to find Stephany sleeping soundly, still in her clothes from the day. It was clear to him that she had waited up for him but had eventually succumbed to fatigue. His heart softened at the sight. He felt a pang of guilt for making her wait, for all the stress and strain his presence—or lack thereof—had caused her. He sat gently on the edge of the bed and whispered, "I'm so sorry, Steph. I didn't mean to make you wait." He brushed a strand of hair away from her face, and as if on cue, Stephany stirred. Her eyes fluttered open, and she blinked a few times, adjusting to the low light. "Chris? You're back," she said, her voice thick with sleep. "Yeah, I'm back," he said s
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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
