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The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 266; Georgina Sinclair
Chapter 266; Sinclair For 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 anticipation. His words hit her like a s
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 266; The last straw
Chapter 266: The Last Straw Chris felt the tension simmering, like a storm cloud growing thicker each day. Despite his distance from the Brown estate, the whispers and stares he faced in the business world began creeping into every aspect of his life. Even his once steady clients began to withdraw, leaving vague excuses about "reputation concerns." The rumors were no longer confined to his family—they were seeping into every corner of his world, tarnishing his hard-earned name. Stephany noticed it too. She'd often find him deep in thought, staring into space with clenched fists, anger held barely in check. One evening, she couldn’t hold back anymore. “Chris, this has gone on long enough,” she said, watching him closely. “You need to confront this head-on. The family can’t keep playing you like this, and I know it’s not just coincidence.” Chris sighed, rubbing his temples. “I know it’s Georgina, Steph. She’s always had it out for me. I just… I can’t prove it, and if I act wi
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 267; Georgina’s Victory
Chapter 267, Georgina’s Victory Georgina stood at the center of the office, her eyes gleaming with triumph as she looked around at the executives who had once doubted her. Today, all the whispers, the side glances, the hushed rumors—they would all be silenced. She had saved the company from an imminent financial disaster, something no one had believed she could do.The Financial Investigation had loomed over them for months, casting shadows of uncertainty. When it seemed like all hope was lost, she had taken charge. Georgina had sifted through records, met with investigators, and pulled strings no one knew she had. This wasn’t just another corporate win—it was her victory, her triumph. And she wanted everyone to see it.As she looked around the room, she lifted her glass high. “To survival,” she said, a smirk playing on her lips. “And to proving that sometimes, we need fresh eyes to see things through.”A round of applause erupted, mixed with murmurs of agreement. She caught a f
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 268; Georgina’s demotion
Chapter 267; Georgina’s demotion Georgina stood confidently at the head of the conference table, her heart pounding with excitement as the room buzzed with voices of relief and gratitude. She had saved the company from collapse, securing a resolution to the Financial Investigation that had nearly destroyed them. She basked in the glow of her achievement, knowing that every eye in the room was on her, and finally, they were looking at her with respect. She knew Grandpa would recognize what she had done. Her actions had been bold, decisive, and unflinching. Today was the day he would acknowledge her as the company’s rightful leader. She had no doubts that her position as acting president would become official, and she’d hold the power she’d worked so hard to earn. She raised her glass, a smile stretching across her face. “To a future without fear,” she declared, her voice ringing with confidence. “And to all of us—who stayed strong when the storm seemed unbeatable.” The
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 269; Consequences of recklessness
Chapter 269: The Consequences of RecklessnessGeorgina’s jaw clenched as she stared at her grandfather, searching his face for any sign of sympathy. But all she saw was disappointment etched deeply into his features. Her chest tightened, the weight of his unspoken judgment pressing down on her, but she forced herself to stand tall. She wasn’t going to cower, not now.Grandpa took a deep breath, folding his hands on the table in front of him. He leaned forward, his gaze piercing, unyielding. “Georgina,” he began, his voice low and steady, “you know, as well as anyone, that every decision we make impacts not only ourselves but this entire company, this family, and the generations that come after.”“I understand that, Grandpa,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. “But I did what I thought was right. I was trying to save the family from ruin.”He raised a hand to silence her, and she felt a flicker of irritation rise. She wasn’t a child anymore. She was capable of making de
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 270; A Preemptive Strike
Chapter 270: A Preemptive StrikeChris sat in his office at MTD Entertainment, his gaze fixed on the cityscape outside his window, lost in thought. His focus had been on navigating through the recent challenges that MTD faced, but a sudden buzz from his phone interrupted him.“Sir, I have an update on Georgina Brown,” his assistant’s voice crackled through the speaker.Chris’s brow raised, and he felt an unexpected sense of curiosity. “Go ahead,” he said, leaning back in his chair.“She’s been removed from her position as acting president,” the assistant reported, her tone edged with restrained excitement. “Apparently, her grandfather found out she’d signed over company shares to Sterling Horizon Capital without proper authorization.”Chris's lips curled into a small, satisfied smile. So, her reckless ambition had finally caught up with her. He’d known Georgina would make bold moves to consolidate her power, but he hadn’t expected her to slip up so spectacularly, and in such a way
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 271; A Calculated Game
Chapter 271: A Calculated GameThe next morning, Chris was up early, feeling an unusual sense of calm as he reviewed the final statement Sandra had prepared for Sterling Heritage. Every line was crafted to dispel the baseless accusations Georgina had levied, while subtly hinting at the desperation behind her claims. The statement was straightforward, factual, and just the right amount of bold, showing anyone who read it that Sterling Heritage had nothing to hide.With a nod of approval, Chris forwarded it to the press contacts they had lined up, watching the message send with a sense of satisfaction. It was only a matter of hours before the truth would be out, and any attempt Georgina made to turn the tide would fall flat.He had just finished sending the statement when his phone rang. Connor Gebriel, the head of the local police department and one of his oldest friends, was calling. Chris picked up, leaning back in his chair.“Connor,” he greeted, a smile tugging at his lips. “Wh
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 273, A. Shocking revelation
Chapter 273, A Shocking RevelationGeorgina’s office felt like a cage. The sunlight streaming through the large windows only highlighted her frustration as she paced back and forth, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. Her mind replayed the events of the last 24 hours: the demotion, the humiliation, and now, the failure of her carefully orchestrated attack on Sterling Heritage. She slammed her hands on her desk, her face contorted with anger. How had this happened? How had Sterling Heritage managed to clear its name so quickly? And worse, how had her grandfather seen through her every move? “Something doesn’t add up,” she muttered, her voice low but venomous. Georgina had built her career on reading between the lines, on uncovering what others didn’t want to be found. If Sterling Heritage had survived her accusations so cleanly, it wasn’t just luck. There was something more—something she hadn’t seen yet. Determined to uncover the truth, she picked up her pho
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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
