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The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 18. Desperate Measures
Chapter Eighteen: Desperate Measures Henry paced the length of his room, his mind racing. The image of Grandma Preston's disappointed face haunted him. He had to fulfill her wish and secure the partnership with MTD Entertainment House by evening, when her birthday celebration was scheduled. The pressure was immense, and Henry felt his desperation growing with each tick of the clock. He decided to take a different approach. Calling Stela, his young and beautiful cousin, he laid out his plan. "Stela, I need your help. We’re going to MTD again, and this time, we're not taking no for an answer." Stela, always eager to help her family, agreed without hesitation. "Whatever you need, Henry. Let's do this." Together, they arrived at MTD Entertainment House, their determination clear. As they entered the grand lobby, Henry straightened his suit and took a deep breath. He was ready to do whatever it took. Approaching the receptionist, he demanded to see the manager, Mrs. Grace.
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 19. A launch Date With Intentions
Chapter Nineteen: A Lunch Date with Intentions Stephany decided to focus solely on her work, determined to make Luxury Flair shine at the upcoming fashion week. She had been in her office all morning, reviewing designs and coordinating with suppliers. Her desk was piled with fabric swatches, sketches, and a half-empty cup of coffee. The phone rang, cutting through the concentrated silence. "Hello?" she answered, not taking her eyes off a particularly intricate sketch. "Stephany, it's Bradley," a familiar voice said. "I was wondering if you'd like to join me for lunch today?" Stephany hesitated. She had no plans to leave the office today. There was too much to do. But then she remembered the Blue Emerald Cartier Necklace Bradley had promised. She couldn't afford to offend him, especially when he had spent a fortune on that rare piece of jewelry. "Sure, Bradley. Where should we meet?" she replied, forcing a cheerful tone into her voice. "De Empress Kitchen. I'll be wa
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 20. Encouragement to shine
Chapter Twenty: An Encouragement to Shine Chris returned home late in the evening, exhausted but eager to see Stephany. As he entered their modest apartment, he noticed the living room lights were dimmed and a serene quietness filled the space. He quietly approached the bedroom, pushing the door open to find Stephany sleeping soundly, still in her clothes from the day. It was clear to him that she had waited up for him but had eventually succumbed to fatigue. His heart softened at the sight. He felt a pang of guilt for making her wait, for all the stress and strain his presence—or lack thereof—had caused her. He sat gently on the edge of the bed and whispered, "I'm so sorry, Steph. I didn't mean to make you wait." He brushed a strand of hair away from her face, and as if on cue, Stephany stirred. Her eyes fluttered open, and she blinked a few times, adjusting to the low light. "Chris? You're back," she said, her voice thick with sleep. "Yeah, I'm back," he said s
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 21. An unexpected Announcement
Chapter Twenty One: An Unexpected Announcement The party was in full swing, the grand hall filled with laughter, chatter, and the clinking of glasses. The atmosphere was electric, with everyone immersed in the festivities. However, one person stood apart from the joyous crowd, Henry Preston. His eyes flicked anxiously to his phone every few minutes, waiting for the message from MTD Entertainment that would bring him the good news he desperately needed. The minutes dragged on, each passing second a reminder of the uncertainty hanging over him. As the night progressed, it was time for the gifting ceremony. One by one, family members and close friends approached Grandma Preston to present their carefully chosen gifts. The crowd buzzed with anticipation, each gift a testament to the respect and love they held for the family's matriarch. Mr. Bradley West stepped forward, holding a beautifully wrapped package. He approached Grandma Preston with a confident smile, the kin
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 22. A Shocking Surprise.
Chapter 22. A shocking surprise Seeing as the Representative insisted on meeting him first, Grandma urged Henry to meet them and hear what they have to say first. She vaguely believed it had something to do with the collaboration with MTD Entertainment, with no doubt that her grandson was able to secure the deal. ‘Maybe they needed to be clear on something’s and finalize it before wit’s announced.’ She thoughtAnd sent Henry to meet them. As he approached the representatives, his confident smile quickly faded when he saw that there were two officers standing with the representatives.“What's the update?" Henry asked, trying to mask his anxiety.The lead representative, a stern-faced woman, handed Henry an official notice. “Mr. Henry Preston, you are being reported for attempted blackmail and defamation of the president of MTD Entertainment. You are required to come to the station for questioning immediately."Henry's face went pale. "What? There must be some mistake. Please, can
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 23. The ancient Immortal Cup Versus the Pendant
Chapter Twenty Three; The Ancient Immortal Cup Versus The Pendant. “You!” Henry glared at Chris for a minute, then went to another room to fetch his gift. Stephany gave Chris a sharp look. "And what about yours, Chris? You didn't give a gift either, and now people will notice."“Eleanor who was sitting close to them overheard their conversation and looked at Chris wearily, “Didn’t I tell you to prepare a gift for grandma? How do you expect to attend a birthday party without a gift?”“But I have a gift for grandma.” Chris said and brought out a small jewelry box from his pocket. “This small box? What could possibly be inside?” Eleanor Preston questioned Chris in disagreement.“Hurry, go and keep it on the gift stand before anybody notice what you are carried.” Stephen’s told her husband. Just when Chris stood up to drop his gift, Henry returned to the hall with a shiny big box on his hand and he happened to see the small box Chris was holding. Henry, sensing an opportunity to elev
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 24. Feminine Jealously
Chapter Twenty Four; Feminine Jealously “Grandma doesn’t need this thoughtlessness from you,” Henry jeered, his voice dripping with contempt.The pendant fell to the ground, making a soft thud that seemed to echo in the silent room. For Chris, this was the last straw. He stood up from his seat, his face set in a grim determination, and walked over to retrieve the necklace. Every step felt heavy, laden with the weight of the ridicule and scorn directed at him.As he bent down to pick up the pendant, Chris's mind flooded with memories of his mother. The pendant wasn't just a piece of jewelry; it was a connection to his past, a symbol of his mother's love and the values she had instilled in him. It had taken him a great deal of emotional strength to part with it, hoping it would convey his respect and admiration for Grandma Preston.He picked up the pendant, brushing off the dust, and turned to face the crowd. "If you don’t appreciate it, I’ll take it back," he said, his voice stea
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 25. My wife will not be a scapegoat
Chapter Twenty Five: My Wife will not be a scapegoat Henry sat in a corner of the grand hall, feeling the weight of the evening’s failures press down on him. He had gone to such lengths to secure the deal for Grandma Preston, enduring humiliation and now facing potential legal consequences. The future seemed bleak, and the thought of the next day filled him with dread. Desperation clawed at him, pushing him to consider every possible avenue for redemption.His gaze drifted to the celebration still in full swing. Guests mingled, chatted, and danced, oblivious to the turmoil within him. He knew what he had to do, even if it felt like his last resort. Grandma Preston was his only hope, and he decided to convince her to compel Stephany to take over the negotiations with MTD Entertainment. That way, she could do whatsoever she did go secure the deal in the first place to confirm it and even possibly avert the possible lawsuit.If Grandma asked Stephany in front of everyone on her bi
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325: A New Threat?
Chapter 325: A New Threat?Chris walked into his study the next morning, feeling the weight of the previous night's events. The Syndicate was weakened, but they were far from defeated. He sat down and opened his encrypted laptop, searching for any updates or intel.As he scrolled through messages, a ping alerted him to a new file. It was from an anonymous sender. Chris opened it cautiously, his eyes narrowing as he read the details. The Syndicate was forming alliances with dangerous rogue groups, planning to strike back harder than before.He leaned back, letting out a slow breath. “They never quit,” he muttered.Chris decided he couldn’t wait for the next attack. If they were regrouping, he needed to hit them first. Using his shadow abilities, he infiltrated one of their smaller hideouts to gather more information.The hideout was nearly empty, with only a few guards patrolling. Chris took them down silently, using shadows to bind and knock them out. Inside, he found documents d
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324; Shadow in motion
Chapter 324: Shadows in Motion Chris sat in his dimly lit study, the soft glow of his laptop illuminating his face. The files he had extracted from the Syndicate's mountain facility were spread across his desk. They were a treasure trove of information, bank transactions, coded messages, and the names of individuals in powerful positions. Despite the victory, Chris couldn’t shake the feeling that the Syndicate’s downfall had been too easy. Organizations like that didn’t crumble overnight. They regrouped, evolved, and returned stronger. He leaned back in his chair, his mind racing. It was time to decide the next move. The next morning, as Chris went about his usual routine, he received a message on an encrypted line he rarely used. It was from an unknown number: “You’ve made an enemy, but also an ally. Meet me at the old chapel on Birchwood Road. Midnight."Chris stared at the message, weighing his options. The old chapel had long been abandoned, a perfect location for an
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323; Unraveling the syndicate
Chapter 323: Unraveling the Syndicate The basement was quiet except for the faint hum of energy as Chris meditated. His focus was razor-sharp, the shadows around him responding to his command. The Syndicate had issued their challenge, and he was ready to strike back. Chris’s plan was simple yet dangerous. He would attend their so-called meeting, but not as a pawn in their game. He was going to dismantle the Syndicate from within, leaving them no chance to recover. Two days later, Chris arrived at an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. The building loomed like a monument to decay, its rusted metal doors creaking as Chris pushed them open. Inside, the air was thick with tension. A dozen figures sat around a long table, their faces hidden behind ornate masks representing animals—a lion, a snake, a crow, and others. At the head of the table sat the Syndicate leader, his mask a gleaming black dragon. Chris stood before them, his posture relaxed but his senses on
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322: The web of shadows
Chapter 322: The Web of Shadows Chris returned home late that night, the city lights fading behind him as he parked his car down the street from the Preston residence. He took a moment to collect his thoughts, reviewing Hector's confession.The meeting at the mansion was a significant lead, but it was also a potential trap. Walking into the house, Chris made sure to slip inside quietly. Stephany and her family were likely asleep, and the last thing he wanted was for anyone to see the grim determination on his face. Tonight wasn’t the time for explanations or slip-ups. Instead of heading to bed, he went straight to the small storage space in the basement, locking the door behind him. Inside, Chris knelt in the center of the room. With a flick of his wrist, a small, glowing orb of energy appeared in his palm, illuminating the space. This was his sanctuary, a place where he could channel his cultivation abilities without raising suspicion. The energy pulsed in his hands, and
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322; Into the Lion’s den
Chapter 321: Into the Lion’s Den The address on the note led Chris to an old, abandoned warehouse on the edge of the industrial district. The surrounding area was quiet, with most of the buildings boarded up or crumbling. The air smelled of rust and stale oil, a reminder of the district’s forgotten days of prosperity. Chris parked a few blocks away and approached on foot, keeping to the shadows. The closer he got, the more aware he became of the subtle signs of life. A flicker of movement in the upper windows. The faint crunch of gravel under boots. Hector wasn’t careless—he had guards watching every angle. Chris smirked faintly. “They’ll need more than that.”He stopped near a stack of old shipping containers and took a moment to assess the scene. Two men patrolled the front entrance, both armed with pistols. A third leaned against the side wall, smoking a cigarette and occasionally glancing at his watch. Chris’s fingers twitched, the energy within him stirring eagerly. T
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321; lines inthe sand
Chapter 320: Lines in the Sand The note clutched in Chris’s hand crumpled slightly as he stood on the porch, the cool night air biting against his skin. He stared at the words again—simple but direct. “You should have stayed in your small office job. The Syndicate always collects its debts.”Chris let out a slow breath, his eyes narrowing. Whoever had left the note wanted him rattled, but all it did was strengthen his resolve. He glanced at the dagger pinning it to the door—a cheap intimidation tactic. They were watching. They wanted him to know they were close. Without a word, Chris pulled the dagger free and slid it into his pocket. He folded the note, tucked it inside his jacket, and walked into the house, careful to keep his expression calm. Chris dropped his keys on the kitchen counter and poured himself a glass of water. His muscles were still humming from the trial earlier, a subtle reminder of the power now flowing within him. It wasn’t overwhelming anymore; it was
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Chapter 320; Echoes of the Syndicate
Chapter 319: Echoes of the Syndicate The stillness of Chris’s home was a sharp contrast to the chaos he had left behind at the warehouse. As he moved through the quiet halls, his senses remained heightened. The elixir’s effects still surged in his veins, sharpening his focus and amplifying his already formidable strength. He stopped briefly in his study, a small room filled with books, maps, and tools he used to piece together the web of the Syndicate’s influence. Tonight’s events had created a ripple, but he knew ripples had a way of turning into waves. Chris leaned against the desk, staring at the map pinned to the wall. Strings of red connected key locations in the city—places he knew were tied to the Syndicate. Victor Kane’s intel and tonight’s ambush had only solidified the reality: the Syndicate wasn’t just a threat to him but to the entire balance of power in the region. The faint vibration of his burner phone broke his concentration. He flipped it open to see a code
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318; The Web
Chapter 318: The Syndicate’s Web Chris moved with a predator’s grace as he navigated the labyrinthine streets of the Syndicate’s known territory. The new strength coursing through him was undeniable—every movement felt sharper, every sense more attuned. The elixir’s effects had not just enhanced his cultivation but had also honed his instincts, giving him an edge in the dangerous game he was about to play. His contact, a low-ranking Syndicate informant named Victor Kane, had agreed to meet him in a dimly lit tavern on the city’s outskirts. The place reeked of smoke and desperation, a fitting backdrop for the underworld dealings that occurred there nightly. Chris entered, his demeanor casual but his senses on high alert. Victor was seated at a corner table, nursing a drink and casting nervous glances at the room. “You’re late,” Victor muttered as Chris slid into the seat across from him. Chris smiled faintly, leaning back in his chair. “I’m never late, Victor. You’re just
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318; Shadow cults call
Chapter 317: The Shadow Cult’s Call Chris walked briskly through the darkened streets, his mind replaying the events at Ravenwood. His encounter with Armand Leto and the Syndicate’s inner circle had only intensified the stakes. For years, he had worked in the shadows, balancing his roles as a cultivator, a husband, and now, an unsuspecting adversary to one of the region’s most powerful clandestine organizations. But tonight, something lingered—a pull, faint but undeniable. It began as a whisper at the edge of his senses, a low hum vibrating in his chest. Chris stopped under a streetlamp, his breath visible in the chilly night air. He focused inward, reaching into the depths of his cultivation core. There it was again, the summons. A message from the Shadow Cult. The cult rarely called its members directly, preferring to operate in a web of subtlety and misdirection. When a summons came, it meant only one thing—something significant was unfolding. Chris took a dee
