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The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 161; launching of Sterling Horizon Capital
Chapter one hundred and sixty one; launching of Sterling horizon capital The day had arrived, and Sterling Horizon Capital’s grand launch was the talk of the town. As the sun bathed the city in a golden glow, the event promised to be nothing short of spectacular. The venue was a lavish ballroom, exquisitely decorated to reflect the grandeur of the occasion. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a soft, shimmering light over the sea of elegantly dressed guests.Sandra Philips was the star of the show. Her entrance had turned heads and drawn admiring glances from everyone in the room. She wore a stunning deep navy blue gown that flowed effortlessly as she moved. The dress was a masterpiece of design, with intricate beadwork that sparkled under the lights and a sleek silhouette that accentuated her graceful figure. The gown’s off-the-shoulder neckline and tailored bodice highlighted her poise and confidence. Her hair was styled in soft waves, cascading down her back, an
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 162; Jerry snubbed by Sandra
Chapter one hundred and sixty two; Jerry snubbed by Sandra. The days following the launch of Sterling Horizon Capital were a whirlwind of activity. Sandra Philips found herself in the center of a maelstrom of attention. The success of the new financial institution had surpassed all expectations, and the buzz surrounding it had brought a flood of new opportunities. Investors, entrepreneurs, and high-profile figures from various industries were all clamoring to meet her, eager to establish connections and explore potential partnerships.Sandra handled it all with the grace and professionalism that had become her hallmark. Each day, she met with influential individuals and carefully navigated the complex web of business dealings that came with her newfound position. However, behind the scenes, there was more to her decision-making process than anyone realized. Despite the outward appearance of autonomy, Sandra was not operating alone. Every major decision, every potential partnershi
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 163; Preparing for the getaway.
Chapter one hundred and sixty three; preparing for the getawayThe day of the elites’ barbecue getaway to Australia finally arrived, and the air was filled with a mix of excitement and anticipation. The annual event, once dominated by the older generation of wealthy families, had been passed down to the younger elites this year. It was an opportunity for the second and third generations to socialize, renew old acquaintances, forge new friendships, and strike business deals in a relaxed and informal setting. The event was more than just a barbecue; it was a chance to strengthen the bonds of the upper echelons of society, all under the pretense of a weekend getaway.Sandra arrived at Stephany’s house early in the morning, her suitcase in hand. She was dressed in casual yet elegant attire, ready for a weekend that promised both business and pleasure. As she walked up the steps to the Preston mansion, she felt a surge of pride. Not only was she attending one of the most exclusive even
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 164; arrival to Australia
Chapter one hundred and sixty four; arrival to Australia The exclusive retreat in Australia was the event of the year, a gathering where the young and powerful would converge to solidify alliances, rekindle old friendships, and set the stage for future empires. This year’s barbecue getaway was more than just a social affair—it was a display of wealth, power, and influence. Each arrival was a statement, a declaration of status, and the private airstrip where the guests arrived buzzed with anticipation.The first to make her grand entrance was Shelly, the eldest daughter of a prominent shipping magnate. Her jet, a sleek, obsidian black aircraft, touched down smoothly on the tarmac. As the doors opened, Shelly emerged, a vision of elegance in a tailored ivory jumpsuit that hugged her statuesque figure. Her dark hair was pulled back in a high ponytail, and oversized sunglasses shielded her eyes from the sun. With a subtle nod to her entourage, she descended the steps, her every mov
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 165; Henry’s nightmare
Chapter one hundred and sixty five; Henry’s nightmare Henry Preston stormed into the airport, his face twisted with anger. He had rushed here with the expectation of a leisurely flight in the Preston family's private jet, surrounded by the comforts and luxuries he had grown accustomed to. Instead, what he found was an empty tarmac, the sleek jet having taken off without him. The sight hit him like a physical blow, and his hands clenched into fists as the reality of the situation set in.“They left without me,” he muttered through gritted teeth, the words laced with disbelief and fury. The idea that Stephany, his younger sister, had gone ahead without him was infuriating. He had always believed that the Preston name was his to command, that he should be the one representing their family at such prestigious events. But now, Stephany had taken that role, leaving him behind as if he were insignificant. The thought that she might have done this deliberately, out of greed or a desir
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 166; Room sharing
Chapter one hundred and sixty six. Room sharing The vacation home in Australia was nothing short of a masterpiece. Situated on a vast estate overlooking a pristine lake, the sprawling mansion was a blend of modern elegance and classic luxury. The driveway leading up to the house was lined with towering eucalyptus trees, their leaves rustling softly in the breeze. As the guests arrived, they were greeted by the sight of the grand facade—white stone walls, tall arched windows, and balconies that wrapped around the upper floors, offering panoramic views of the surrounding landscape.The front entrance was marked by a pair of massive wooden doors, intricately carved with designs reminiscent of ancient aboriginal art. These doors opened into a grand foyer, where a sparkling chandelier hung from the high ceiling, casting a warm, welcoming glow over the polished marble floors. The walls were adorned with tasteful artwork, and plush seating areas were arranged throughout the space, inviting
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 167; married for two and the half years
Chapter one hundred and sixty seven; married for two and the half years As the night settled in, the estate grew quiet, save for the soft sounds of the wind rustling through the trees outside. The lavish event had gone smoothly so far, with everyone seeming to enjoy the first day of the elites' getaway. The couples and singles alike had paired off for the night, heading to their assigned rooms to rest before the next day’s activities.Stephany and Chris made their way to the room they were assigned, walking through the long, dimly lit hallway. The room they entered was spacious and elegantly furnished, with a large window that offered a stunning view of the moonlit lake outside. However, what drew both of their attention was the single bed positioned at the center of the room.The bed was large, draped with luxurious white linens and an intricately patterned duvet. Its headboard was made of dark wood, intricately carved with floral motifs, giving it a classic, yet romantic feel. The
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 168; fishing
Chapter one hundred and sixty eight; Fishing The next morning dawned bright and clear, with the sun casting a golden hue over the Australian landscape. The men gathered outside, ready for the day’s first activity—fishing. The air was filled with a sense of anticipation as the group made their way to the private lake nestled within the estate. Tyler Martin, always the gracious host, led the way, his calm demeanor and quiet confidence setting the tone for the morning.Chris, still feeling the lingering awkwardness from the night before, walked alongside Stephany, who had come to see him off. She wore a simple white sundress that fluttered in the breeze, and despite their tense interactions the previous night, there was a silent understanding between them. They exchanged a brief, almost shy smile before Chris joined the group of men preparing for the fishing trip.Henry Preston was among the last to arrive at the lake, his face still showing traces of the anger and frustration from
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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
