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
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
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
Chapter One. The living in son in law Stephany strode into the house, her laughter mingling with the voices of her friends, filling the room with lively energy. Her high heels clicked against the polished wooden floor as she led the way, a few shopping bags swinging from her arms. Her friends, chattering animatedly, followed her into the living room. "Chris, we're back!" Stephany called out, her tone cheerful but commanding. Her eyes swept across the room, quickly zeroing in on the mop and bucket still standing in the corner, a small puddle of water beside them. The floor, far from the gleaming surface it was meant to be, bore streaks and patches of dirt. Chris, who had been in the kitchen making tea, emerged at the sound of her voice. He froze for a moment, the teapot in his hands, as he caught sight of Stephany's disapproving gaze. He knew what was coming. Chris, the son in law of the of the illustrious Preston family, had once been a promising figure in the busin
Chapter Two: Spend with caution. Eleanor Preston stepped into the house, her presence immediately commanding attention. Her eyes, though kind, missed nothing as they scanned the room, taking in the sight of her daughter, Stephany, surrounded by a lot of shopping bags. "Stephany," Eleanor began, her voice warm yet tinged with concern, "I see you've been shopping again." Stephany looked up, a flicker of guilt crossing her face before she forced a bright smile. "Just a few things, Mom. Nothing extravagant." Eleanor walked further into the room, her gaze shifting to Chris, who was quietly finishing up his tasks. She offered him a brief, unsmiling nod before turning her full attention back to her daughter. "Stephany, you know we need to be careful with our spending right now. Spring Fashion Week is coming, and Luxury Flair hasn't planned anything significant because we're still searching for investors. Last year’s profits weren't enough to support this year’s endeavors." "You'
Chapter Three: An Unexpected Opportunity Chris stood at the kitchen sink, scrubbing the last of the dinner plates, when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He glanced at the screen and saw a familiar number that hadn’t contacted him for over two years. Hesitating for a moment, he decided to answer. "Hello, this is Chris." "Chris, it's your Uncle Martin," came the gravelly voice on the other end. "I have some incredible news. The tech company you invested in—it’s blown up. They've made an enormous profit. We're talking about a hundred billion dollars." “What are you talking about?” Lost for a minute, Chris called the attention of his uncle. “The investment you did two years ago with the company’s money.” His uncle explained. “Uncle, I’ve been saying this, I made that investment with my money, I only used the family company name as a platform” “You said it yourself, you used the company name, by default, it has become the family money, and at this moment, I am telling you
Chapter Four: The Morning Awakening Chris was jolted awake by the sharp, loud voice of his mother-in-law, Eleanor. "Is this not the man who was talking about helping to get the investment money yesterday?" Her tone was mocking, dripping with disdain. "And here he is, still sleeping at ten in the morning. Lazy as ever." He had been so excited the night before and didn’t get to sleep until the early morning hours. He rubbed his eyes, the remnants of sleep quickly fading as he registered her words. Eleanor stood at the foot of the bed, arms crossed, her expression one of stern impatience. "Get up, Chris. I need you to take this document to Stephany at the office. Now, she needs it for a pitch.” Without another word, Eleanor tossed a manila envelope onto the bed. Chris sighed, dragging himself out of bed and quickly getting dressed. He grabbed the envelope, his mind still processing the events of the previous day. He hurriedly made his way out of the house, catching a t
Chapter Five: A New Bargain Chris stood in front of the towering Brown Conglomerate building, its imposing facade reminding him of the days when he worked there. He had just started working and hadn’t spend half a year when he was asked to leave and asked never to set foot on the office building. Fortunately for him, time have turned and he was now invited back by the same people who sent him away. He took a deep breath, straightened his tee shirt and walked through the revolving doors. Inside, the lobby was a bustling hub of activity, with employees moving swiftly, their expressions focused on their various activities, no body seem to notice him. Chris approached the VIP elevator, an old habit he got used to from his days as a member of the Brown family. As he reached the elevator, a young receptionist, who was new to the building, ran from her desk to stop him. She was neatly dressed, her demeanor sharp and condescending. "Excuse me, Mr. Man," she said, her eyes scann