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The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 153: Final meeting before launching
Chapter one hundred and fifty three; Final meeting before launching.It was late in the evening, and the MTD office was starting to empty as employees finished their work and headed home. The warm glow of the setting sun filtered through the large windows, casting long shadows across Chris’s desk as he reviewed the final details of his day. But there was one more meeting on his schedule before he could call it a night.Sandra Philips walked into his office, her footsteps barely making a sound on the polished floor. Dressed in a sleek navy suit, she carried herself with the poise of a seasoned professional, her sharp eyes scanning the room before they settled on Chris. She closed the door behind her quietly, ensuring their conversation would remain private.“Brother Chris “ she greeted him, a hint of tension in her voice. They both knew the stakes of this meeting were high. “Sandra, thanks for coming,” Chris replied, motioning for her to take a seat across from him. As she sat down
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 154; photograph and dresses
Chapter one hundred and fifty four; photograph. And dresses. Chris made a quick stop on his way to work, knowing he had something important to hand over to Connor. As he pulled into the parking lot near Connor’s station, he could see his friend already waiting for him, leaning against his car with a look of anticipation. Chris got out of his vehicle, holding a small envelope in his hand. "Connor," Chris greeted, walking over to him. "Chris," Connor replied, his tone serious. "You said you had something for me?" Without another word, Chris handed him the envelope. Connor opened it and pulled out a photograph. It was a clear, candid shot of the Commissioner of Police standing next to Jerry Paul. The two men were deep in conversation, their expressions a mix of familiarity and confidence. It was a picture that spoke volumes. Connor's eyes widened slightly as he studied the photo. "This is… unexpected." Chris nodded, his expression grave. "It’s a subtle warning, Connor. Be carefu
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 155 Ancient blades
Chapter one hundred and fifty five; Ancient blades As Chris sat down to study the first of the two ancient books Sinclair had given him, he felt a sense of anticipation. The book was bound in dark, weathered leather, its edges worn smooth by the passage of time. The cover bore intricate designs—swirling patterns that seemed to shimmer faintly in the light, hinting at the secrets within. The title, written in an ancient script, was barely legible, but Chris could make out the words: ‘Ancient Blades: A Compendium of Historical Swords and Weapons' He opened the book carefully, the pages brittle with age. The first few pages were filled with dense text, written in the same ancient script. As he read, he realized the book was a comprehensive guide to cultivation weapons, there are artifacts imbued with powerful energies that grew stronger with their wielder. These weapons were not merely tools; they were extensions of the cultivator's soul, evolving as their master did, unlocking n
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 156; Aegis; the guardian’s blade
Chapter One hundred and Fifty Six, Aegis; the guardians blade. The second book that Chris opened was slightly smaller than the first, but no less imposing. It was bound in a deep, midnight blue leather, with silver inlays tracing out symbols of protection and power. The title, embossed in a metallic sheen, read 'Enchanted Arms: Mystical and Cursed Weapons Through the Ages.'Although there were a lot of other swords, Chris glanced through them until he came to a page that interested him. It read, ‘The Chronicles of the Sword of Aegis: The Guardian's Blade.’Chris felt a strange sense of familiarity as he turned the cover, as if the book itself held some hidden connection to him. That page of the book was filled with lore, describing the origin of the Sword of Aegis. Forged in the celestial fires of a dying star by the ancient Guardians, the sword was said to be a relic of immense power, designed to protect its wielder and those they swore to defend. Unlike other cultivation weapo
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 157; Disgracing your wife.
Chapter one hundred and fifty seven; Disgracing your wife. The morning sun filtered through the curtains as Chris descended the staircase, heading for the door to start his day. He had his usual calm demeanor, his mind already buzzing with the tasks that awaited him at work. As he reached the bottom of the stairs, however, Eleanor was waiting for him, her arms crossed and a critical look on her face. It was clear from her expression that she had something on her mind, and Chris braced himself for whatever she was about to say. "Chris, we need to talk," Eleanor began, her voice firm but laced with the kind of concern that only a mother could muster. “You cannot keep going out in public dressed like this. It's embarrassing, not just for you, but for Stephnay as well, it’s disgraceful for her.” Chris looked down at his outfit. He was dressed in his a plain button down shirt that he had bought from a convenient store the other day and a pair of slacks that, while comfortable, were f
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 158; shopping for her husband.
Chapter one hundred and fifty nine; shopping for her husband Stephnay stood at the top of the staircase, her hand resting on the polished wooden railing as she listened to her mother's voice echo through the house. Eleanor was berating Chris about his clothes again, particularly urging him to buy something suitable for the upcoming elite barbecue getaway. Stephnay felt a pang of guilt as she realized the truth behind her mother’s words. Chris had used nearly all the money he’d earned from his new job and probably his credit score to buy her designer dresses, and now he might not have enough left to buy anything for himself. Her heart ached at the thought of Chris sacrificing so much for her, especially when it came to something as simple as clothes. She knew how much appearances mattered in their world, and the idea that Chris might be struggling to keep up with those expectations because of her made her feel terrible. She wanted to do something for him, something special. An
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 159; Her husband’s mannequin
Chapter one hundred and fifty nine; her husband’s mannequin Stephnay’s eyes drifted to the left side of the boutique, and she spotted a young man who seemed to be in his early to late twenties. He had a similar build to Chris—neither too slim nor too bulky, a balanced physique that spoke of strength without excess. The man’s body had a subtle, athletic shape, as if he worked out just enough to maintain a toned appearance without overdoing it. His clothes fit him well, highlighting his broad shoulders and trim waist, much like how Chris’s clothes would fit when he wasn’t in his usual thrifted attire. The main difference between this man and Chris, however, was in their faces. While Chris had a clean-shaven, almost boyish look, this man sported a neatly trimmed beard that added a touch of ruggedness to his features. His facial structure was different too, with a slightly sharper jawline and more angular cheekbones. But in terms of height, build, and general physique, they were st
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 160; Stephnay surprised Chris
Chapter one hundred and sixty; Stephnay surprised Chris The evening air was cool and comforting as Chris arrived home, his body weary from a long day at work. The hustle and bustle of the office and the financial institute had drained him, but as soon as he stepped through the front door, a wave of warmth and happiness washed over him. The house was filled with the aroma of a hearty meal, and he could hear Stephnay humming softly in the kitchen. He dropped his briefcase by the door and made his way to the living room, where he was greeted by Stephnay’s radiant smile. She looked up from where she was arranging the dining table, her eyes twinkling with a mix of excitement and nervousness. “Welcome home,” she said, her voice soft but full of affection. “I’m glad you’re back.” Chris returned her smile, feeling a surge of gratitude for her presence. “Thanks, Stephnay. It’s been a long day.” Without missing a beat, Stephnay walked over to him and took his hand, leading him towar
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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
