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The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 254: Clash or Blood and Pride
Chapter 254: The Clash of Blood and Pride Grandfather Brown sat alone in his office, eyes fixed on the polished wood of his desk, but his mind lingered on the accusations swirling around Chris. Despite his attempts to ignore the rumors, the weight of them gnawed at him. He’d heard that Chris was involved with a rising star from MTD, Loreta—a scandal that would surely tarnish the family’s reputation. MTD was directly tied to the Brown family name, and Chris, as president of the company, was expected to represent them with dignity and honor. The whispers of his alleged affair with Loreta were causing a stir that Grandpa Brown could no longer ignore. After all, it was Chris’s investment years ago, during a time of crisis, that had propped up the Brown family. When the family was on the brink of financial ruin, Chris had poured his personal fortune into Brown Enterprises, an act that had ultimately allowed him to be appointed as the president of MTD. Yet, despite this, the f
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 255: The Heavy Silence and shattering revelation
Chapter 255: The Heavy Silence and Shattering Revelations Chris closed the door of his grandfather’s office, his heart pounding with a mixture of frustration and anger. He felt the sting of the harsh words and accusations, the unfair judgments thrown at him without a moment’s pause to hear his side. He wanted to shout, to scream back, but what good would that have done? His grandfather had already made up his mind. As he stepped into the hallway, he caught sight of Joyce and Georgina standing nearby, their faces lighting up with smug satisfaction the moment they saw him. Clearly, they had been eavesdropping, or perhaps they had heard bits and pieces of the conversation between him and Grandfather. Either way, their mocking smirks told him all he needed to know. “Oh, Chris,” Joyce cooed, her voice laced with false sympathy. “It must be so difficult for you to keep up with the family’s standards. Not that you ever did, but we understand. Maybe it’s best if you just… took a ste
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 256; Cousins meet up
Chapter 256; cousins meet up Chris sat on his living room couch, lost in thought, the silence of the house only amplifying the swirl of recent events in his mind. The weight of everything—family issues, business challenges, and the lingering effects of strained relationships—felt like a storm he couldn’t escape. The quiet had become his only constant, a comforting backdrop as he tried to piece together what his next steps should be. He leaned back, letting his gaze drift to the ceiling, and sighed heavily. So much had changed since he had first married into the Preston family, and lately, he’d begun to feel the shift even more intensely. Conversations with Stephany had grown more strained; her once warm eyes now often held a critical gaze, one that felt like it was directed straight through him. And the rest of the family? Well, they hadn’t been subtle with their sentiments either. Just as Chris’s thoughts began to drag him deeper into frustration, his phone vibrated on
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 257; What’s going on in MTD?
Chapter 257: What’s going on in MTD? Chris was jolted awake by the sharp, insistent ringing of his phone. His eyes struggled to adjust to the darkness, the early morning haze still heavy around him. Glancing at the clock on his bedside table, he saw it was barely 5:30 a.m., and his brain scrambled to piece together why anyone would be calling at this hour. Bleary-eyed, he reached for his phone and squinted at the screen. It was Mrs Grace, his manager at MTD Entertainment. Chris felt a jolt of anxiety surge through him. John wouldn’t call this early unless it was something critical. “Sir, it’s bad,” Mrs Grace voice came through, thick with urgency and stress. “What’s happened?” Chris asked, sitting up, his mind sharpening as he tried to prepare himself for whatever disaster lay ahead. “There’s been a major security breach,” Mrs Grace said, his words tumbling out in a rush. “Confidential files—highly sensitive ones—have been leaked. It’s all over social media, and the press i
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 258; Another Preston family meeting
Chapter 258: The Preston Family Meeting Mrs. Eleanor’s heels clicked sharply as she paced the grand hall of Preston Empire’s headquarters, her face ashen with worry together with her daughter, Stephany. Rumors had been swirling, and if what she’d heard was true, it threatened to drag the family’s image into the mud. The Preston family matriarch, Grandma Preston, had wasted no time in summoning an emergency family meeting to discuss the matter and find fast possible solutions. The old woman wasn’t one to take risks with the family’s reputation, and with the whispers spreading about a scandal involving MTD Entertainment. A company connected, however distantly, to their precious family she wouldn’t stand for any hint of trouble. One by one, the family members filed into the family house, an imposing mansion where many significant decisions had been made. In attendance were all the key players: Stephany, the majority shareholder in the family business; Henry, her cousin and one
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 259; unmasking the truth
Chapter 259: Unmasking the Truth Chris slipped his phone into his pocket, his gaze unwavering as he stepped out of the Preston residence and into the cool night air. Stephany’s defense of him had stirred something deep within him—a renewed sense of purpose. He wouldn’t let her loyalty go unrewarded, nor would he allow anyone to smear the Preston name without consequences. Georgina had been lurking in the shadows for too long, weaving webs of deception, and it was time he untangled them. For months, Chris had quietly pieced together bits of information surrounding MTD Entertainment’s inner dealings. It had been subtle at first—unusual requests from board members, discrepancies in accounts, and an increase in the leakage of confidential information. Everything pointed back to Don Wilson, a mid-level executive with just enough access to cause serious trouble. But Chris had never been convinced that Wilson acted alone. Tonight, he planned to find out. His first call was to
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 260. Georgina frees Miller
Chapter 260:Georgina Frees Miller. Chris sat at his desk in the office he rarely called home, surrounded by files, documents, and everything he could pull on Georgina Sinclair Brown. It was late, the world outside quiet, but his mind was anything but. His thoughts raced back to her words, her actions, the lengths she had gone to undermine him, MTD, and now even the Prestons. But the question that gnawed at him was simple: “why?” The arrest had been a victory, but it felt hollow. There was no closure, no clarity—only more questions. Chris wasn’t one to let things lie; if there was a deeper motive, he intended to uncover it. --- The first thing Chris did was enlist Connor Shaw’s help once again. Connor had access to police records, which might reveal connections or past indiscretions that could shed light on Georgina’s vendetta. Connor, however, was less optimistic. “Chris,” he said over the phone, his tone weary, “we’ve already dug into her as much as we could during the MTD i
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 261: Repayments of Debt
Chapter 261: Repayments of Debt The prison gates groaned as they opened, and Miller Brown stepped out, the cold evening air hitting his face like a slap. He paused for a moment, breathing deeply, but the sensation of freedom brought little comfort. His release had been a surprise—a lifeline handed to him through Georgina’s machinations. Yet, the relief was short-lived. The weight of what lay ahead bore down on him like an iron chain around his neck. Miller had barely reached the outskirts of town when the trouble he feared most found him. They came at him in a black SUV, its tinted windows gleaming under the streetlights. Miller froze as the vehicle screeched to a halt beside him, and three men stepped out. He recognized them instantly—Frank, Tony, and Vic. They were enforcers, men who worked for the kind of people you didn’t cross. “Miller,” Frank said, his voice low and menacing, “long time no see.” Miller’s heart pounded. He took a step back, but Tony grabbed him b
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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
