2024-08-15 23:29:05
Previous Chapter
Related Chapters
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 128, Surprise Call
Chapter One Hundred And Twenty Eighty; Surprise Call Chris was seated at his desk, fully immersed in the tasks before him. The day had been busy, filled with back-to-back meetings, reports to review, and deadlines to meet. Despite the chaos, he had planned to stay late and tackle the remaining workload. His dedication to his job was well-known, and he rarely left anything unfinished.Just as he was about to dive into another report, his phone buzzed on the desk, the screen lighting up with an incoming call. Seeing the name "Stephany" flashing across the screen, Chris felt a warm smile spread across his face. It wasn’t often that she called him during the workday, and he couldn’t help but feel a flutter of excitement as he answered."Hey, sweetheart," Chris greeted, his tone light and affectionate. "How's your day going?""Chris, I’m feeling great today," Stephany’s voice came through the line, filled with a sense of joy that immediately caught his attention. "I was thinking… how
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 128, Surprise Call
Chapter One Hundred And Twenty Eighty; Surprise Call Chris was seated at his desk, fully immersed in the tasks before him. The day had been busy, filled with back-to-back meetings, reports to review, and deadlines to meet. Despite the chaos, he had planned to stay late and tackle the remaining workload. His dedication to his job was well-known, and he rarely left anything unfinished.Just as he was about to dive into another report, his phone buzzed on the desk, the screen lighting up with an incoming call. Seeing the name "Stephany" flashing across the screen, Chris felt a warm smile spread across his face. It wasn’t often that she called him during the workday, and he couldn’t help but feel a flutter of excitement as he answered."Hey, sweetheart," Chris greeted, his tone light and affectionate. "How's your day going?""Chris, I’m feeling great today," Stephany’s voice came through the line, filled with a sense of joy that immediately caught his attention. "I was thinking… how
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 127, Brown’s would be wiped out
Chapter One Hundred and twenty Seven; Brown’s would be wiped out As Jack Stone and his men walked away from the Brown residence, a tense silence hung in the air. The confrontation had not gone as Jack had planned, and he was seething with anger. The rejection, the insults, and the defiance he had faced were enough to make his blood boil. But just as they reached the gate, the sound of loud voices carried through the air, drifting from the Brown household. "You see how they strutted in here like they owned the place?" a voice said, dripping with disdain. "Chris is better off without those thugs in his life. If they ever come back, they’ll get more than just a verbal thrashing." "And did you see the look on that leader's face?" another voice chimed in. “I bet he's used to everyone cowering before him. Well, not here. The Browns won’t be intimidated by anyone, especially not by the likes of him." The words were like gasoline poured on a fire. Jack stopped in his tracks, his fi
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 130, Famous Designer
Chapter One hundred and thirty; Famous designer As Chris, Stephany, and Sandra walked away from the boutique, the whispers of the onlookers grew louder. Those who had witnessed the scene couldn’t believe what had just happened. The man who had confidently paid for the expensive dresses and then returned them must have been putting on a show. It wasn’t long before someone recognized him as the Preston family’s son-in-law, and the rumors began to spread.“He’s just using his wife’s family money,” one woman muttered, her voice dripping with disdain. “I bet he returned the clothes because he knew he couldn’t afford them on his own.”“Exactly,” another man chimed in. “Probably maxed out the card or something. These types always try to act rich, but they’re really just living off their in-laws.”The crowd nodded in agreement, pacifying themselves with the idea that Chris was nothing more than a pretender, riding on the coattails of the Preston family’s wealth. To them, he was just anot
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 131, A Jeweler’s store
Chapter One Hundred and Thirty One; A Jeweler’s store After leaving the designer’s store, Chris, Stephany, and Sandra found themselves strolling down the bustling avenue, enjoying the warm afternoon air. The excitement from their visit to Mr. Lancaster’s boutique still lingered, with Stephany and Sandra exchanging quiet smiles and glances, grateful for the unexpected luxury Chris had provided.As they walked, a jewelry store caught their attention—a branch of the prestigious Pete family empire. The store was known not only for its exquisite jewelry but also for housing a selection of rare antiques. The elegant displays in the windows shimmered with an array of diamonds, emeralds, and sapphires, but it wasn’t the sparkling gems that caught Chris’s eye. Instead, it was a particular item that drew him in—a sword, gleaming with an almost mystical allure, displayed prominently in the store’s antique section.Chris’s steps slowed as his gaze locked onto the sword. Without a word, he ch
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 132; Three Beautiful Women
Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Two; Three Beautiful Women Chris, ever the gracious host, turned to Ms. Sinclair as they finalized the purchase of the sword. "Ms. Sinclair, thank you again for your generosity. Since we're on our way to dinner, we'd be honored if you'd join us."Ms. Sinclair, a woman who rarely mingled with others outside of business, considered the offer for a moment. There was something about Chris, his confidence, his calm demeanor, that intrigued her. Finally, she gave a slight nod. "I'd be delighted."With that, the group of four—Chris, Stephany, Sandra, and Ms. Sinclair headed to the Preston house. The ride was a pleasant one, with light conversation and laughter flowing easily between them. Ms. Sinclair, usually reserved and distant, found herself relaxing in the company of Chris and his companions. It was a welcome change from her usual routine, and she appreciated the genuine hospitality they extended to her.As soon as they arrived, Stephany wasted no tim
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 133; Busted
Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Three; Busted The laughter of the women in the kitchen was still echoing in Chris’s mind as he stepped into the restroom, needing a brief moment to himself. The events of the day had been unexpected but fulfilling, and Chris was content to enjoy these simple pleasures. But that sense of peace was abruptly shattered when the door to the house creaked open, and the soft hum of conversation outside the restroom was replaced by the sudden, tense silence. Unbeknownst to Chris, strange-looking men had entered the building, their presence ominous and heavy. They moved with purpose, their eyes scanning the room until they landed on the three unsuspecting women. Ms. Sinclair, Sandra, and Stephany barely had a moment to react before they were caught off guard. The men moved quickly, overpowering the women with ease, and tied them together with rough, thick ropes. Panic flickered in Stephany's eyes as she struggled against the binds, her mind racing t
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 134, the masters elixir
Chapter One Hundred and thirty four; the masters elixir Chris led Jack Stone through the dimly lit corridors of the house, each step carefully calculated, each glance measured. The tension between them was great , like a coiled spring ready to snap at any moment. Chris could feel Jack's eyes boring into his back, the weight of the Master’s Book of Shadows in his hand reminding him of the gravity of the situation. They had just passed through the study door when something strange happened. Jack Stone, who had been following Chris with unwavering intensity, suddenly stumbled. His movements became erratic, his breathing labored, and his skin took on a pale, almost sickly hue. He swayed on his feet, blinking rapidly as though trying to clear a fog from his mind.Chris noticed the change immediately, pausing to observe Jack’s behavior with a sharp, discerning gaze. Jack’s hand went to his chest, clutching it as though he were in pain, his face contorting in confusion and discomfort.
Latest Chapter
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
