120; Blackmail.
Author: Beautypete
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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
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