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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
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 274; A Narrow Escape
Chapter 273: A Narrow EscapeStephany gripped the steering wheel tightly as she navigated through the busy city streets, her thoughts scattered. She had spent the day attending meetings for a project she had been managing, and exhaustion was beginning to creep in. Still, she was eager to get home, where Chris’s calm presence would ease her tension. The sun had dipped below the horizon, and the sky was painted in hues of orange and purple. The roads, though less congested than earlier, were still busy with vehicles rushing to their destinations. Stephany sighed, turning on the radio to drown out her thoughts. As she approached the intersection leading to the highway, she pressed down on the brake pedal. Nothing happened. Her heart skipped a beat. She pressed harder, but the car didn’t slow down. Instead, it continued to pick up speed, the engine humming with a terrifying relentlessness. Her pulse quickened. She pumped the brakes again, this time with all her strength, bu
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 275, A Close Call
Chapter 275: A Close CallChris stepped out of the office later than usual, his mind filled with the day’s events. Georgina’s recent actions and her growing desperation were troubling, but he felt oddly calm. The satisfaction of being steps ahead of her had left him feeling in control, but there was still a nagging sense of unease he couldn’t shake. Sliding into the driver’s seat of his sleek black car, Chris started the engine, the low rumble reverberating in the quiet parking lot. It was late, and the roads would be relatively clear. He planned to take the scenic route home, where he could enjoy a rare moment of solitude before the usual chaos of life greeted him. The car pulled out of the lot smoothly, and he shifted into gear, accelerating onto the main road. As he drove, the city lights blurred into streaks of gold and white, and the hum of the tires on the asphalt was almost soothing. But then, something felt… off. The steering wheel seemed heavier than usual, almost
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 276, Quiet Retribution
Chapter 276: Quiet RetributionChris arrived at his office early the next morning, his mind sharp and focused despite the chaos of the previous night. He had barely slept, but the adrenaline coursing through him was more than enough to fuel his resolve. Georgina had crossed a line. Attempting to sabotage his car wasn’t just reckless—it was personal. She had shown her willingness to go to extreme lengths to take him down, and Chris knew he couldn’t let her actions slide. However, an open confrontation wasn’t his style. Subtlety was always more effective. As he entered his private office in MTD Entertainment, the glass walls offering a panoramic view of the city, Chris loosened his tie and took a seat behind his desk. His assistant, Evelyn, walked in moments later, a tablet in hand. "Good morning, sir," she said, her tone professional but warm. “Your schedule for today is ready, but I also have the reports from Sterling Heritage you requested." Chris gestured for her to s
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 277; A Dangerous Slip
Chapter 278: A Dangerous SlipChris had barely settled into his office when the door burst open. Georgina stormed in, her face a storm cloud of fury. He leaned back in his chair, his expression calm but his eyes sharp as they locked onto hers. “Good morning to you too, Georgina,” he said dryly. “Cut the pleasantries,” she snapped, slamming a folder onto his desk. “You’ve been meddling, haven’t you?” Chris glanced at the folder but didn’t bother opening it. “You’ll have to be more specific. I tend to be involved in a lot of things.” Her nostrils flared, and she took a step closer, her voice dropping to a hiss. “Don’t play coy with me. I know you’ve been digging into Sterling Horizon. Do you think you can outmaneuver me?” Chris smirked, folding his hands on his desk. “If I wanted to outmaneuver you, Georgina, you wouldn’t even see it coming.” Her eyes blazed with anger, and for a moment, she seemed to be holding herself back. Then she leaned over his desk, her voice dripping
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 278; Silent Probe about the accident
Chapter 278: A Silent Probe about the accident.Chris sat at his desk long after Georgina left, her words echoing in his mind. “Just like I did with your parents."The phrase had rattled something deep within him. His parents’ death had been a wound he thought time had closed, but now it felt raw, open, and demanding answers. The memories flooded back, unbidden and vivid. It had been five years ago. He was supposed to have traveled in that car. His father had insisted he stay back to finish a presentation he had been working on for an internship interview. His parents had taken the car instead, promising to be home by nightfall. But they never made it. Chris clenched his fists as he recalled the phone call that had shattered his world. His parents’ car had collided with a truck on the highway. The authorities called it a tragic accident—faulty brakes, they said. He hadn’t questioned it then, consumed by grief and the endless responsibilities that followed. But now, Geor
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 279; quiet moves
Chapter 279: Quiet MovesChris sat in his office, his mind a storm of anger and resolve.Georgina had crossed every imaginable line.His parents' death, which he had carried as an unfortunate tragedy, was now revealed to be a calculated move. That she had so easily brushed off their lives in pursuit of her ambitions left him sickened.But Chris wasn't one to lash out without a plan.He leaned back in his chair, the wheels in his mind turning. Georgina was cunning, but he had learned to be one step ahead. He couldn't confront her directly-not yet. She'd deny everything, and without concrete proof, it would be a wasted effort. No, this required strategy.His first call was to Connor."Chris," Connor answered. "Any updates?""I have reason to believe my parents' accident was orchestrated," Chris said, keeping his voice steady. "Georgina Brown's fingerprints are all over it, but I need airtight evidence."Connor didn't sound surprised. "Figured as much. I'll dig deeper on my end, but yo
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 280: Tension Rise
Chapter 280: Tensions RiseGeorgina paced her lavish living room, her heels clicking against the marble floor. Her face was a storm of fury as she clutched her phone, barking orders to her team. “I don’t care what the explanation is!” she snarled. “Unfreeze those accounts immediately, or you’ll all be looking for new jobs!” On the other end of the call, her lawyer stammered, “Mrs. Brown, this isn’t about compliance on our end. The accounts were flagged by the authorities. There’s nothing we can do until the investigation is resolved.” Georgina slammed the phone down, her chest heaving. An investigation? Into her? She strode to her desk and opened her laptop, pulling up the latest reports on Sterling Heritage. Everything seemed in order on the surface, but Georgina knew better. Someone was pulling strings behind the scenes, and she had a sinking feeling she knew who. Chris. Her jaw tightened as she thought of him. She had underestimated him—again. First, he had managed to s
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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
