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The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 240. Missing star
Chapter 240: The Missing StarThe atmosphere in the grand hall was electric, every inch of space filled with a carefully orchestrated sense of anticipation. Rows of sleek, metallic chairs were lined up before a stage adorned with banners bearing Tether’s emblematic logo, an elegant fusion of corporate prestige and youthful energy. Photographers clutched their cameras, lenses gleaming under the polished spotlights, while journalists held notebooks at the ready, murmuring excitedly amongst themselves.It was a big day for Tether—the unveiling of their most ambitious celebrity endorsement yet. Loreta, the face of countless successful campaigns, was set to become their brand ambassador, and today was supposed to be her moment. They had pulled every string to make this event an extravagant display of power and promise. Behind the scenes, executives and publicists paced, checking their watches and exchanging anxious glances. Every detail had been rehearsed to perfection, every photo angle
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 241. The silent arrest
Chapter Two hundred and forty one: The Silent arrest The morning light filtered gently through Loreta’s apartment windows, casting a soft glow over her tidy living room. She moved around, humming quietly as she watered her plants and sipped her coffee, an expression of calm contentment on her face. There was no trace of the whirlwind that had descended on her life the day before—no sign of the media frenzy, the missed signing, or the countless messages piling up on her phone. She moved through her morning as though the world outside her door didn’t exist.A sudden, firm knock interrupted her peaceful routine, echoing through the stillness of her home. She paused, setting her coffee cup down, and moved to the door without a hint of hesitation. When she opened it, she found two police officers standing in uniform, their expressions serious. Behind them, a representative from Tether looked on, his gaze a mixture of anger and bewilderment.“Loreta Mendez?” one of the officers asked,
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 242; The Negotiation
Chapter Four Hundred and Twenty-Two: The Negotiation The lawyers wasted no time and went straight to business, notifying them of what brought him. The conference room was cloaked in tense silence as Loreta sat alongside her attorney, Mr. Martin Lowell. Across the polished oak table, representatives from Tether shifted uncomfortably in their seats, their faces marked with barely concealed anxiety. Their team was composed of high-level executives, legal advisors, and the very men Loreta had quietly captured in her phone’s lens—men who now avoided her gaze as though her eyes alone could shatter their composure.The room felt charged, with every tick of the clock amplifying the pressure that loomed over Tether’s representatives. They were here to discuss an unexpected counterclaim, one that no one on their end had anticipated.Martin Lowell placed his briefcase on the table, opened it with a deliberate calm, and removed a thick folder. It’s edges were crisp, the contents organized t
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 243; A Twisted Revelation
Chapter Two Hundred and Forty-Three: A Twisted RevelationGeorgina’s hand clenched around the wine glass, knuckles turning white as she scrolled through the news updates on her tablet. The headline splashed across the screen made her stomach churn with anger:"Tether Legal Drama Resolved with Rising Star Loreta Mendez.This was supposed to have gone in a completely different direction. Her plan had been simple, efficient, and, up until now, flawless. Loreta Mendez was just supposed to be a pawn—a bright, naive young woman Georgina could manipulate into stepping right into Tether’s spotlight. She’d set it all up: the endorsements, the publicity, even the quiet pathway that would eventually lead Loreta straight to Bloom Entertainment, where Georgina could finally unleash her real agenda.Instead, Loreta had defied her. And worse, she'd done it with a strange, quiet resilience that only made Georgina’s blood boil.She took a deep, steadying breath, glancing out over the city lights s
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 244. A Grateful Encounter
Chapter Two Hundred and Forty-Four: A Grateful EncounterLoreta Mendez walked through the polished halls of MTD Entertainment’s headquarters, her heels clicking with a steady rhythm. She held her head high, a sense of pride swelling in her chest as she neared Chris Preston’s office. Her recent success had brought her a kind of freedom she hadn’t expected, and she knew that Chris had been a significant part of that victory.When she’d first felt the walls closing in, the lawsuit tightening around her, Loreta had been certain her budding career was about to crumble. That’s when she’d called Chris, her former classmate and the most competent president she knew in the entertainment industry. He hadn’t hesitated to step in and guide her through the chaos, providing insight, strategy, and even connections she hadn’t realized she’d need. And now, after the smoke had cleared and she could finally see the path ahead, Loreta knew she owed him a debt of gratitude.As she reached the frosted
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 245: The Cost of Defiance
Chapter Two Hundred and Forty-Five: The Cost of De fiance. The dim, cold light filtered through the narrow windows high above, casting eerie shadows over the sleek, empty room. Gareth knelt in the center, head bowed, hands clenching into fists against the polished floor. He felt the chill seep into his bones, but he didn’t dare lift his head, didn’t dare breathe too loudly. Not here, not now. Not in front of her. Georgina S. Brown sat a few feet away, reclining in her chair with a quiet, unnerving elegance. She watched him, her gaze as piercing and controlled as the silence that blanketed the room. She wasn’t known for her patience, but tonight she seemed almost languid, allowing each second to drag out as if savoring the tension filling the air. Finally, she leaned forward, breaking the silence with a soft, dangerously calm voice. “Do you understand why you’re here, Gareth?” He swallowed, throat dry, and managed a shaky nod. “Yes, Ms. Brown.” She let out a faint, almost amuse
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 246. The Rise of Georgina S Brown
Chapter Two Hundred and Forty-Six: The Rise of Georgina Sinclair BrownThe Browns. In America, the name alone commanded respect, reverence, and an element of fear. Brown Enterprise was an empire that had expanded its influence across finance, real estate, entertainment, and technology, shaping industries and building legacies. And at the heart of it was Georgina Sinclair Brown, the first daughter of the family, the one who had been forced to take a different path.Georgina had always felt like the shadow in her own family’s legacy. Born into privilege but denied the title of heir, she was a prodigy, just as brilliant as her brother but overlooked simply because of her gender. The Browns had strict traditions; the male heir took the helm of Brown Enterprise, and for Georgina, this decision stung more deeply than she ever showed. Her older brother, Edward Brown had been the apple of her father’s eye. As the oldest son, he was groomed for greatness from birth. Their father, Edward
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 247: The Resurgence of Georgina’s Fury
Chapter Two Hundred and Forty-Seven: The Resurgence of Georgina’s FuryFor years, Georgina Sinclair Brown had allowed herself to forget about her nephew, Chris, the black sheep who had been exiled from the family. It was convenient and comforting to ignore him, knowing she had pulled strings behind the scenes to ensure he would be cut off from the powerful Brown lineage. She had been certain she’d rid herself of his inconvenient presence and his moralistic ideals, which were a thorn in her side. And yet, like a ghost from the past, Chris had returned claiming not only his name but also the family empire she so fiercely desired.The news came abruptly, shaking her world in ways she hadn’t expected. She could still recall the conversation with her younger brother, Martins, who’d sat across from her in her office, delivering the bombshell with a calmness that only stoked her fury.“Chris has taken over the company,” Martins had said simply, watching her reaction with something like a
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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
