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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
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 178
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
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 182; a little game of truth or dare
Chapter one hundred and eighty two; A little game of truth or dare The night was in full swing, with the bonfire crackling under the dark sky, casting flickering light across the lawn. Everyone gathered around, laughter echoing through the air, and the smell of grilled meat from the barbecue filled the space. It was the perfect evening to relax, or so it seemed, until someone suggested a game."Let’s spice things up," Leo said with a grin, tossing a glance toward his group of friends.“We’ve had the barbecue, caught our game, but what’s a night without a little challenge? How about a round of truth or dare?"The crowd around the fire exchanged curious glances. Truth or dare was usually harmless, but with this crowd, there was the potential to get messy. The wealthy elite loved their games, especially when there was an opportunity to show someone up. And Leo, still smarting from earlier, had a glint in his eye that promised mischief.Henry, seated on one of the benches with a dr
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 183, moving target
Chapter one hundred and eighty three; moving target Leo, sensing the evening wasn’t quite over, decided to fan the flames once more. “Alright, one more round before we call it a night," he said, his voice loud enough to catch everyone’s attention. “Let’s see who’s really the most daring around here."Henry, trying to recover some of his pride, nodded. "I’m in." His voice was steady, but everyone could tell his confidence had taken a hit. He still believed he could claw back the respect he’d lost, and maybe even redirect the attention away from Chris.Chris remained seated, his expression unreadable. He wasn’t looking for trouble, but he could see the challenge in Henry’s eyes. Before he could say anything, Rider, who had been quietly observing the back-and-forth all night, stood up."Why don’t we make this interesting?" Rider’s deep voice cut through the murmurs. “Instead of truth or dare, why don’t we see who can really back up their talk?"Leo raised an eyebrow. "What do you s
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 184; aight seeing
Chapter one hundred and eighty four; sight seeing The next day was bright and sunny, perfect for the sightseeing trip planned as part of the group’s adventure. Everyone gathered early, excitement buzzing through the air. The buses were parked and ready, each one set to take them through some of Australia’s most beautiful spots. From the stunning beaches to the rugged cliffs and serene wildlife parks, it promised to be a memorable day.Chris and Stephany climbed onto one of the buses, taking seats near the middle. As they settled in, Chris noticed how the women in the group kept sneaking glances at him. Even as he tried to avoid attention, it seemed his calm and composed demeanor had earned him a quiet but noticeable fame among the group. Shelly, the first daughter of America, was sitting just across from them. With her effortlessly chic style and sharp gaze, she looked every bit like someone used to getting attention. Yet, she directed her focus on Chris as if they had known
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 185; Dangerous
Chapter one hundred and eighty five; Dangerous As the day of sightseeing continued, the group arrived at a hidden waterfall tucked away in a quiet forest. The beauty of the cascading water and the lush greenery surrounding it created a serene atmosphere. People scattered, some dipping their feet in the cool water, others taking photos or simply relaxing.Chris and Stephany found a quiet spot to sit together by the water. The day had been a mix of light-hearted fun and subtle tension, but they were enjoying the peace now. Stephany leaned against Chris, letting the cool breeze wash over them.But as Chris glanced toward the others, his eyes caught something strange. Connor was sitting off to the side, looking deep in thought.It wasn't like him to be so quiet, especially during an outing like this. He kept glancing around, almost as if he was waiting for something-or someone.Before Chris could say anything, Stephany stood up, stretching. "I'm going to take a walk," she said, lo
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 186, A sudden Attack
Chapter one hundred and eighty six: A Sudden AttackAs the group prepared to leave the hidden waterfall, laughter and conversation filled the air again. The unsettling moment with the metal case seemed to have passed, though it still lingered in the back of Chris’s mind. Connor had carefully hidden the case away, and for now, they tried to carry on as if nothing had happened.Suddenly, a sharp cry pierced through the peaceful sounds of the forest. Everyone turned toward the source of the scream, and there, by the edge of the water, a young woman lay writhing on the ground. Her leg was bleeding, and a large, ominous-looking snake slithered away, disappearing into the undergrowth.Panic swept through the group. "Oh my God! She’s been bitten!" someone shouted.The woman’s brother, a tall man with sharp features and an air of authority, rushed to her side. His face was pale, his eyes wild with fear. “Carla! Stay with me!" he shouted, kneeling beside her."Does anyone know what to do?
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 187. A hero unveiled
Chapter one hundred and eighty seven: A Hero UnveiledEveryone watched Chris, doubting his ability to save Carla. The murmurs around him grew louder, and the pressure mounted as the seconds ticked by. Adrian stood helpless, his eyes burning with worry and frustration. "What are you waiting for?" he yelled. "Do something!"Chris remained calm, his gaze steady on Carla. He wasn’t a doctor, but he had knowledge few here understood. He had learned to harness his inner energy, something most people wouldn't believe even if he told them. But now wasn’t the time to explain. Carla’s life was on the line.Stephany's eyes darted from Chris to Carla, her heart pounding. She wanted to believe in him, but the crowd’s harsh comments were shaking her confidence. Henry's taunting voice cut through the noise."I knew it," Henry said, loud enough for everyone to hear. "This guy can’t save her. He’s just wasting time!"Several others nodded in agreement, while some of the women whispered behind thei
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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
