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The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 173, we would have been first
Chapter one hundred and seventy three; we would have been first After the men returned with their catch and the ladies finished admiring them, everyone headed inside to get washed up. The sound of running water filled the air as they hurried through the house, eager to freshen up before breakfast. The dining hall was soon filled with the aroma of freshly cooked fish, eggs, toast, and coffee. Conversations flowed easily as the group settled down, energy building for the day’s next event.The Preston family sat together, an air of tension surrounding them despite the cheerful atmosphere. Henry, Stephany’s cousin brother, sat beside her, his jaw tight, hands fiddling with his coffee cup. He hadn’t taken well to the idea of Stephany being the head of the Preston house. After all, he had always been the one pushing himself to be in charge—strong-willed, assertive, determined to make his mark. But now, the family leadership had been passed to Stephnay. Still, Henry struggled to accep
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 173; Officer Connor’s one man mission
Chapter one hundred and seventy three; Officer Connor’s one man’s mission While the rest of the group was deep in the competitive energy of the family games, Connor had slipped away unnoticed. The commotion and the laughter that surrounded the estate provided the perfect cover. Connor had always been skilled at moving in the shadows, staying under the radar when necessary, and today was no different. He had a mission. The estate where they were staying was secluded, situated on the outskirts of the city, which made it easier for Connor to slip into the nearby town without raising suspicion. His goal was simple: to dig deeper into Jeremy Paul's financial dealings and uncover any hidden connections to the notorious bank with which Paul conducted his illegal transactions. Connor had spent days researching Paul's operations, and he knew that Australia was home to one of the key banks connected to Paul's illicit empire. He just needed to find it.He moved quickly through the narrow
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 175, ladies man
Chapter one hundred and Seventy five; ladies man The games had finally come to an end, leaving everyone exhausted but in good spirits. Chris was heading back to the main house to quietly take care of some work, he had been meaning to check on a few things regarding the financial institute since both and Sandra were away from the compan, when suddenly, he heard footsteps running up behind him.“Chris!” Emily’s voice came out in a tremble, and when Chris turned around, he saw her rushing toward him, her face pale and her eyes wide with worry.Immediately, Chris could tell something was wrong. Emily was usually composed, but right now, she looked on the verge of tears. He walked toward her, his concern deepening. “Emily, what’s wrong? What happened?”Emily reached him, her breathing ragged, and she quickly wiped at her eyes, trying to keep herself together. “It’s my uncle,” she began, her voice shaking. “Connor... he snuck out earlier today. He said he was going to do some detective i
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 176, hunting teams
Chapter one hundred and seventy six. Hunting teams The group had just begun to relax after the day’s events when the announcement came through. A staff member stepped forward, gathering everyone’s attention with a wide smile.“Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for the next event of the day: hunting.”There was a murmur of surprise and excitement among the families, but for Chris, it was the perfect opportunity to cover for Connor’s absence. He had spent the last few hours trying to figure out a way to keep things under wraps, but with Connor still missing, time was running out. This hunting activity would give him the chance to maneuver things discreetly.The staff member continued, “This hunt will be family-based, but unlike the earlier games, we’ll be merging families into three larger groups. Each group will be assigned a portion of the nearby enclosed woods. Creatures have been placed within the area for the hunt, and each family’s goal is to capture or tag as many as possible.
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 177; saving Stephnay
Carpeted one hundred and seventy seven; saving Stephnay The growl grew louder, sending a chill down the spines of everyone in the group. Chris’s heart raced as his eyes darted through the dense foliage. Whatever was lurking in the shadows was no ordinary creature. The map hadn't mentioned wolves, yet the sound unmistakably belonged to something predatory and large. Suddenly, a blur of movement shot out from the trees, and before anyone could react, a massive wolf-like animal lunged directly at Stephany. "Stephany!" Chris shouted. Without thinking, he sprinted toward her, shoving her out of the way just as the wolf’s sharp claws grazed his arm. The beast snarled, circling them, its eyes glowing with a feral intensity. Stephany, shaken but unharmed, scrambled to her feet, her eyes wide with fear and disbelief as Chris stood between her and the creature. The wolf growled again, baring its teeth as it prepared to pounce. Chris, adrenaline surging through his veins, grabbed a near
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 178, lost in the woods
Write chapter one hundred and seventy eight; Lost in the woods After that event, things went back to normal, the forest was alive with the sounds of nature, leaves crunching underfoot, branches snapping in the distance as different groups moved through the woods, tracking their prey. Chris had just spotted a deer grazing a few yards away, and after hours of waiting and strategizing with his team, this was the perfect moment to make the catch.Holding his breath, Chris raised his bow, pulling back the string in one smooth, practiced motion. The silence in the woods seemed to thicken around him, every muscle in his body coiled with concentration. He had hunted many times before, but there was something exhilarating about this particular moment, it was both the thrill of the game, the competition, and the knowledge that the hunt was about to conclude.Just as he released the arrow, a sharp sound split the air: the gunpowder signal, echoing through the trees. The deer bolted, but Ch
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 179, Connor to the rescue
Chapter one hundred and seventh nine; Connor to the rescue Connor moved cautiously through the trees, his steps quiet and calculated. He had been away for several hours, investigating something crucial, but now it was time to return. Checking his messages, he noticed Chris’s update about the hunting event. He wasn’t sure how long it had been since the message was sent, but he figured going straight to the hunting area would provide a plausible cover for his absence. If he brought back a game, no one would question where he had been.Connor’s instincts kicked in as he moved deeper into the woods, scanning for signs of life, any tracks, broken branches, anything to indicate a nearby animal. He was focused, but something tugged at the edge of his attention. There was a strange silence in the air, a stillness that made the hair on the back of his neck stand up.Suddenly, he heard a faint rustling not far from where he was walking. His senses sharpened, and he followed the sound, th
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 180; Henry defends his pride
Chapter one hundred and eighty; Henry defends his pride. The evening was alive with the buzz of conversation and the crackle of the fire as everyone gathered for the barbecue. Smoke from the roasting game filled the air, mixing with the aroma of grilled meat, while the families displayed their catches from the hunt. The Preston family stood by their large deer, its size commanding attention from everyone present. It was an impressive feat, but across the way, Leo and his team flaunted a pile of smaller game: rabbits, pheasants, and a wild boar. Leo was in his element, laughing loudly and soaking in the attention from the crowd. “You know, it’s not just about the size of the catch," he announced, loud enough for everyone to hear. "It’s about how much you bring back." His grin was wide, and he made sure to flash it in Chris’s direction.Chris remained calm, working on preparing the deer for roasting. He never cared for these public displays, preferring to focus on his family and
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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
