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The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 145; He’ll be there to protect her
Chapter one hundred and forty five; He’ll be there to protect her. As the car sped down the dimly lit streets, the tension in the air was palpable. Emily’s mind raced, trying to figure out how to help Chris. His shoulder was bleeding profusely, and the bullet needed to be removed as soon as possible. Despite the pain, Chris's grip on the steering wheel was steady, and he refused to go to the hospital, brushing off her suggestions with a calm demeanor that both frustrated and impressed her.Emily glanced around the car for anything that could help, and her eyes settled on the car’s emergency kit. In it, she found a pair of tweezers, a small bottle of antiseptic, and some gauze. It wasn’t much, but it would have to do.“Pull over,” she commanded, her voice firm despite the worry gnawing at her insides.Chris did as she asked, pulling the car into a secluded spot. Emily quickly unbuckled her seatbelt and moved to his side, her hands steady but her heart pounding. “I’ve had some trai
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 146; the key to a vault
Chapter one hundred and forty six; The key to a vault Chris sat back on the couch, trying to relax despite the dull ache in his shoulder. He was no stranger to pain, but tonight had been different. Emily had not only saved his life, but she had also made him feel something he hadn’t felt in a long time a sense of care that went beyond simple concern.Chris’s gaze wandered, and when she stepped out of the bathroom in a soft, form-fitting lounge wear, he couldn’t help but stare. The fabric hugged her curves in a way that made his mouth go dry. He quickly looked away, focusing on the ceiling instead, trying to gather his thoughts.But it was impossible to ignore her. The apartment was small, and from his spot on the couch, he had a clear view of the kitchen. She has decided to to make dinner since she was hungry, and make a soup for Chris because of his wounds. The apartment was quiet, except for the faint clattering of dishes as Emily moved around the small kitchen. Emily moved wi
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 147; Pay Us our wages
Chapter one hundred and forty seven; Pay Us Our Wages. The symposium had just concluded, and the grand hall buzzed with the chatter of attendees discussing the event's highlights. The day had been full of high-profile discussions on finance, investments, and economic strategies—topics that had captivated the wealthy and powerful in attendance. However, the atmosphere felt tense as the crowd began to disperse.Jerry Paul, the CEO of Great Finance, stood near the exit, his face a mask of frustration and anger. He had been on edge since the incident with Chris and Emily, and now that the event was over, he was ready to ensure that Chris paid for what he saw as an intrusion on his territory.Spotting Connor in the crowd, Jerry gestured for him to come over. Connor, who had been speaking with one of the event's volunteers, noticed the signal and excused himself. As he approached, Jerry’s eyes narrowed, and he lowered his voice.“Officer Connor,” Jerry began, his tone laced with impati
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 148, sword of Aeges
Chapter one hundred and forty eight; The sword of Aeges Chris awoke to the soft light of morning filtering through the curtains of Connor’s modest studio apartment. He lay still for a moment, gathering his thoughts, before slowly sitting up on the couch where he had spent the night. The room was quiet, with only the faint sounds of the city outside reaching his ears.He glanced around, noticing that Connor was still not back. His gaze fell upon the sword he had brought inside the previous night, now resting against the wall near the door.Something was different about the sword. Chris narrowed his eyes as he noticed a faint glow emanating from the blade. The once steel-grey weapon now shimmered with a soft, almost ethereal light, a color he had never seen it emit before. Intrigued, he leaned forward, examining the blade closely. The glow pulsed gently, as if the sword was alive, responding to some unseen force.Chris’s hand instinctively went to his shoulder, where the bullet ha
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 149; Financial Crimes unit
Chapter one hundred and forty nine; Financial crimes unit Connor drove in silence, his mind still occupied with the events of the previous night. The tension of dealing with both the criminal elements and the more personal situation involving Chris and Emily had left him with little sleep. As he approached the school where Emily had her internship, he glanced over at her. She sat quietly in the passenger seat, her face pale, her usual energy subdued.“Are you sure you don’t want to go in today?” Connor asked, his voice gentle but concerned. “You’ve never missed a day before.”Emily shook her head, her gaze fixed out the window. “I just… I need a break, Connor. Yesterday was too much. I’ll be fine, I just need some time to process everything.”Connor nodded, understanding. Emily was tough, but even she needed time to recover from the shock of what had happened. “Alright, you can stay home today. Get some rest.”“Thanks, Connor,” Emily said softly, her voice laced with exhaustion.Co
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 150, The commissioner of police
Chapter one hundred and fifty; Commissioner of police Jerry Paul had every reason to celebrate. The financial symposium had been a resounding success, far surpassing his expectations. Throughout the event, he had mingled with top investors, CEOs, and other influential figures, solidifying his status as a key player in the financial world. His bank, the Great Bank, had garnered significant attention, with new partnerships formed and visibility greatly enhanced. The money that poured in from these deals was staggering, a testament to his shrewd business acumen and careful planning.The night was one of triumph, and Jerry was not about to let it end quietly. Instead of going home, he decided to hit one of the city’s most exclusive bars to celebrate his achievements. He invited Professor Samuel, his long-time associate and confidant, to join him. Together, they reveled in their success, drinking toasts to their future endeavors and the empires they were building. The bar was luxuri
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 151, Sinclair acting strangely
Chapter one hundred and fifty one; Sinclair acting strangely Sinclair hung up the phone with Chris, her mind abuzz with thoughts of the sword he had mentioned. The moment she placed the phone down, she made a beeline for the study, determination etched on her face. The morning sun streamed through the large windows, casting a warm glow on the meticulously organized space, but Sinclair had no time to appreciate the beauty of the room.She began pulling books from the shelves, her usually calm demeanor replaced by a sense of urgency that puzzled even her. The study, once pristine, was soon in disarray. Books piled on the desk, papers scattered across the floor as she searched frantically for anything related to ancient weaponry. She barely noticed the soft sound of footsteps as two of her maids entered the room, drawn by the commotion.“Miss Sinclair, is there something you’re looking for? We can help,” one of them offered, concern in her voice.But Sinclair barely glanced up, her
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 152; antidote for shadow disciples
Chapter one hundred and fifty two; antidote for shadow disciples As Chris left the store, with Sinclair’s father’s books tucked under his arm, his phone buzzed in his pocket. Glancing at the screen, he saw Jack Stone’s name flashing. The memory of their last encounter flickered in his mind, Jack had had kept to his word which made him reliable, but there was an urgency in his voice that made Chris pick up immediately. “Jack,” Chris greeted, his tone steady despite the flutter of concern in his chest. “Chris,” Jack replied, his voice strained. “We’ve got a situation. You remember the elixir that kept people loyal to the Shadow Cult? The one we took , the master’s Bind Elixir,’ I believe it was called?” Chris’s grip on the phone tightened slightly as the memories of that day came rushing back. The Master’s Bind Elixir was a potent concoction, one that had ensnared the minds of many, ensuring their unwavering loyalty to the Shadow Cult. Chris had given Jack stone the antidote wh
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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
