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The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 307 The shadows invitation
Chapter 307: The Shadow’s Invitation The following morning dawned quiet and unassuming, the calm before an inevitable storm. Chris woke early, his mind churning with possibilities and strategies. The revelations of the previous day hung heavy in his thoughts. His wife’s surprising support had brought him some measure of comfort, but it also complicated his efforts to shield her from the dangers of his world. After their late-night conversation, Chris had made a decision—one that he couldn’t back out from. The notebook's secrets and the Syndicate's veiled threats demanded action, and he wasn’t about to let anyone use him or the people he cared about as pawns. Dressed in his usual understated manner, Chris slipped out of the house and into the city streets. He had arranged a meeting through a network of discreet contacts, hoping to secure an advantage before the Syndicate's machinations ensnared him further. He arrived at an unassuming café tucked away in a quiet alley. Insid
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 308; shadow clash
Chapter 308: Shadows Clash The factory’s hollow expanse became a battlefield as Kael’s tendrils of shadow energy lashed out toward Chris. The air hummed with dark power, thick and suffocating, like the weight of an oncoming storm. Chris stood his ground, his senses heightened, his inner energy thrumming in response to the threat. He had prepared for this moment, honing his cultivation techniques and drawing on his shadow cult training. Kael’s voice boomed through the chamber, a sinister echo. “You’ve stepped into a world far beyond your understanding, Brown. You’re nothing but a pawn in a game you can’t win.” Chris smirked, his stance relaxed but ready. “Funny, I was thinking the same thing about you.” With a flick of his wrist, Kael unleashed a torrent of shadow tendrils that snaked toward Chris, their edges sharp and deadly. Chris responded in kind, summoning his inner energy to create a barrier of shimmering light. The shadows collided with the barrier, sizzling on impact
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 308; shadow clash
Chapter 308: Shadows Clash The factory’s hollow expanse became a battlefield as Kael’s tendrils of shadow energy lashed out toward Chris. The air hummed with dark power, thick and suffocating, like the weight of an oncoming storm. Chris stood his ground, his senses heightened, his inner energy thrumming in response to the threat. He had prepared for this moment, honing his cultivation techniques and drawing on his shadow cult training. Kael’s voice boomed through the chamber, a sinister echo. “You’ve stepped into a world far beyond your understanding, Brown. You’re nothing but a pawn in a game you can’t win.” Chris smirked, his stance relaxed but ready. “Funny, I was thinking the same thing about you.” With a flick of his wrist, Kael unleashed a torrent of shadow tendrils that snaked toward Chris, their edges sharp and deadly. Chris responded in kind, summoning his inner energy to create a barrier of shimmering light. The shadows collided with the barrier, sizzling on impact
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 309; The web tightens
Chapter 309: The Web Tightens The following morning dawned bright and serene, a stark contrast to the storm brewing within Chris’s mind. The confrontation with Kael had been a clear message—the Syndicate wouldn’t hesitate to eliminate anyone who stood in their way. But Chris wasn’t just anyone. He sat in the corner of his study, the blinds drawn, the soft hum of a fan cutting through the silence. On the table before him were the remnants of his investigation: documents, blurry photographs, and cryptic notes detailing the Syndicate’s operations. His mind churned with possibilities. The information Sinclair Pete had provided was still fresh, and Chris knew he had to act quickly. Kael had hinted at the Syndicate’s vast reach, and if they thought Chris was a threat, they would escalate their efforts to neutralize him. Chris tapped his fingers against the table, his thoughts coalescing into a plan. He couldn’t afford to wait for the next attack. He had to strike first. ---By n
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 310 counterplay
Chapter 310: Counterplay The Syndicate’s response came faster than Chris anticipated. The following morning, as he sat in his modest office, a sharp knock at the door broke his focus. Stephany, his ever-diligent wife, peeked her head inside, a curious frown tugging at her lips. “Someone’s here to see you,” she said, her tone hesitant. “He says it’s urgent.” Chris’s instincts flared immediately. He had gone to great lengths to keep his dealings hidden from Stephany. Carefully, he closed the documents he had been reviewing and placed them into a locked drawer. “Who is it?” Stephany shrugged. “He wouldn’t give his name. Just said it’s about your… work.” Chris felt the edge in her voice. Stephany believed he worked a quiet job at a small company, but this visitor threatened that illusion. “Send him in,” Chris said evenly, masking his concern. Moments later, a tall, wiry man stepped into the room. His sharp suit and piercing gaze screamed Syndicate enforcer, but his body
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 311; Threads Tighten
Chapter 311: Threads Tighten The night was quiet, but Chris’s mind buzzed with the echoes of the day. His success at the docks had bought him time, but it also painted a larger target on his back. The Syndicate would eventually realize the crate was missing, and when they did, questions would arise. Chris locked the crate in the hidden compartment of his study, a space only he could access thanks to a spell he'd embedded there long ago. It pulsed faintly with the energy of whatever was inside. As he stood in the dim light of his study, his mind replayed Veylan's cryptic words: *“This is more valuable than you can imagine.”* Chris wasn’t one to act blindly, even for the cult. Before handing over the crate, he needed to know what he was dealing with. The next morning, the news broke fast and furious. The Syndicate's shipment had been compromised. Kael, usually a pillar of confidence, stormed into the Syndicate’s local headquarters, his expression thunderous. “Who wa
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 312, Cult gamble
Chapter 312: The Cult’s Gamble Chris sat in his study, staring at the orb. Its pulsing glow filled the room with an eerie light, casting shadows that seemed to dance on the walls. He knew it was only a matter of time before the Syndicate made their next move. But he also knew he had something they didn’t: the backing of the shadow cult. Still, there was an undercurrent of mistrust between him and the cult. While Veylan seemed to support him, the district head remained an enigmatic figure who rarely intervened, leaving Chris to navigate his own path. Tonight, however, that would change. As the clock struck midnight, Chris felt the familiar tug of energy—a summons. Chris found himself standing in a darkened chamber, the air thick with power. MThe district head, cloaked in robes of deep black, stood at the far end. Around him, shadowy figures materialized—elders of the cult. Their faces were obscured, but their presence was palpable. “Christopher Brown,” the
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 313; The unveiling
Chapter 313: The Unraveling Chris's morning began with the subtle weight of anticipation. The aftermath of the prior confrontations left a lingering tension in the air, but Chris, as always, maintained his composed demeanor. He’d received a cryptic message earlier—unsigned but unmistakably from one of his informants. It simply read: _"Miller is on the move."_ By the time the sun reached its zenith, Chris was already tracking Miller. A mixture of curiosity and suspicion drove him. The man had crossed him too many times, and Chris wasn’t about to let him scheme unchecked. Chris didn’t need to wait long before Miller appeared, nervously glancing over his shoulder as he entered the secluded garden. He looked disheveled, as though paranoia had eaten away at him. His desperation was written all over his face. “Chris,” Miller called, his voice trembling. Chris stepped out from the shadows, his posture relaxed but his eyes cold. “You look worse than usual, Miller. What do
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336; A Storm Brewing
Chapter 336: A Storm Brewing Chris entered the house quietly, the sound of the door clicking shut barely echoed. The evening air was heavy, and so was the silence. He could hear faint murmurs upstairs—probably Eleanor speaking with Charles. But the kitchen lights were still on, and Stephany was there, sitting at the island counter like she’d been waiting. She didn’t look up right away. Chris approached, loosening his tie. “Long day?” Stephany nodded, barely glancing at him. “Mm-hmm.” He picked up on the shift in her energy instantly. Something was off. “You alright?” “I’m fine,” she replied, sipping from her coffee. “Your day?” Chris leaned against the counter, watching her. “Eventful. Charles didn’t mention anything about our little confrontation today?” That got her attention. She looked up slowly. “He did. Said there was a disagreement. But he also mentioned investors… and how promising the opportunity was.” Chris frowned. “He told you that?” “Why wouldn’t he?” she a
335: A Wedge Between them
Chapter 335: A Wedge Between Them Stephany stood by the kitchen island, scrolling through a list of supplier contacts for an event her office was hosting next weekend. The house was quiet, Chris wasn’t back yet, and her mother had gone out to meet with a friend. She welcomed the silence, a rare thing in the Preston household these days. The sudden sound of approaching footsteps made her look up. Charles entered the room, dressed in a crisp navy suit. He looked nothing like the man who had just been humiliated before investors. Instead, he carried himself with a sense of renewed confidence. “Stephany,” he said, his tone smooth and almost fatherly. “Got a minute?” Stephany gave a small smile. “Of course dad, is everything okay?” Charles nodded, stepping closer. “Better than okay. I actually came to talk to you about something important. Just between us.” Stephnay was curious, what could her father have to discuss with her? It’s been a while he has not been around for a while
334: Breaking the Foundation
Chapter 334: Breaking the Foundation Chris stepped out of the Imperial Hotel, his expression calm, but inside, his mind was already running through his next move. Charles had been dealt a heavy blow, but it wasn’t over yet. If there was one thing Chris knew about men like him, it was that they never accepted defeat easily. Especially when their pride was at stake. He pulled out his phone and dialed Connor, telling him how everything went. “How bad was the damage?” he asked. Connor chuckled on the other end. “Let’s just say Charles won’t be smiling anytime soon. The investors weren’t happy about being misled. Some are already looking into the financial records you presented.” Chris smirked. “Good. That means we just need one more push.” Connor hesitated before speaking again. “There’s something else. I did some digging—Charles wasn’t acting alone. Someone inside the company was feeding him information.” Chris’s expression darkened. “Who?” Connor sighed. “Still looking
333; The power Play
Chapter 333: The Power Play Stephnay went out and left Chris on his own. He debated following her and at the end decided to stay back. Chris closed his laptop, his mind already racing through his next move. The revelation that Charles planned to use Stephany against him wasn’t surprising, it was pathetic. A desperate man grasping at straws. Eleanor, on the other hand, stood frozen in place, her expression a mixture of disbelief and anger. It wasn’t clear whether she was more upset with Chris for catching Charles in the act or with Charles for underestimating him. Chris rose from his chair, taking his time as he adjusted the cuff of his sleeve. “Still think I’m the problem, Eleanor?” She snapped out of her thoughts, her eyes darkening. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” He shrugged. “It’s amusing, watching him dig his own grave.” Eleanor let out a bitter laugh. “You really think this proves anything? My husband is a businessman. He knows how to deal with obstacles.”
332; Caught in the act.
Chapter 332: Caught in The Act. Charles Preston stood on the balcony of the Preston estate, gazing at the sprawling gardens below. The night air was cool, but his mind burned with calculations. He wasn’t a fool. He knew Chris Brown wasn’t the naive fool his daughter thought he was. He had seen the cold intelligence in his eyes, the quiet way he observed rather than spoke. That kind of patience wasn’t natural, it was trained. Which meant Chris was dangerous. Still, Charles smirked and thought to himself; But I’ve dealt with men like him before. Just as he turned to head inside, his phone buzzed. He pulled it out and checked the caller ID. A private number. He hesitated before answering. "Speak." A deep voice on the other end chuckled. "You’re being watched, Charles." His spine stiffened. "By who?" "You already know the answer," the voice replied smoothly. "Chris Brown has people tailing you. He’s not the weakling you think he is." Charles's jaw clenched. "What d
331; The Web tightens
Chapter 331: The Web Tightens Chris came back into the hall to meet heavy silence settled over the grand hall. Charles Preston clenched his fists beneath the table, maintaining a carefully controlled expression as Henry’s accusations hung in the air. Across from him, Eleanor tapped her fingers against the polished wood, her face impassive, but Chris could see the tension in her shoulders. She wasn’t defending Charles, but she also wasn’t condemning him. Stephany, on the other hand, looked visibly uncomfortable. She cast a quick glance at Chris, but he didn’t return it. He was watching Charles, noting every twitch, every subtle shift in his demeanor. Finally, Charles exhaled heavily and leaned forward. “I understand the doubt. I won’t blame anyone for questioning my return.” Henry scoffed. “Oh, how generous of you.” Charles ignored him and turned his gaze to Grandma Preston. “I know I made mistakes, but I also know that I can still be useful to this family. Y
330; The Trap Begins
Chapter 330: The Trap Begins Chris sat in his private study the previous night, reviewing the files Daniel Kross the private investigator had sent him. A thick folder sat open on his desk, filled with reports, transaction records, and confidential statements. Charles Preston had been busy in his years away, and none of it was legal. Offshore accounts. Fraudulent real estate deals. Money laundering through shell companies. Fake investment schemes targeting desperate businessmen. The man hadn’t just disappeared, he had run, dodging authorities and investors alike, leaving behind nothing but false promises and stolen fortunes. Chris had suspected as much. When he first heard that Charles was looking for investments, he had Connor dig deeper. What they found was worse than he expected. One particular case stood out. Three years ago, Charles had partnered with a group of foreign investors to develop a luxury resort in Europe. He took in millions, promising high ret
329; A Face From The Past.
Chapter 329: A Face from the Past Chris leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest. The message from Charles Preston still glowed on his phone screen. It wasn’t a direct message to him, but rather a financial request submitted to Sterling Heritage Financial Institute. Charles was back in America, looking for investment opportunities. Chris smirked. The man was still the same. Years ago, he scammed his own family out of billions and vanished. Now, he was here again, looking for money. He had no idea that the real owner of Sterling Heritage was the very man he once looked down on Chris picked up his phone and called Sandra Phillip. She answered on the first ring. “Chris, I was about to call you.” “I know,” Chris said. “You have a problem.” Sandra sighed. “Charles Preston. He’s here in New York, trying to secure an investment. He doesn’t know who I work for, but something about him doesn’t sit right with me.” Chris smirked. “That’s because he’s
238 Crushing the Syndicate
Chapter 328: Crushing the Syndicate Chris sat in his office, the city skyline stretching out behind him. The flash drive he had taken from the Syndicate’s factory sat on his desk. He had spent hours going through its contents, and what he found wasn’t just evidence of their remaining financial operation it was an opportunity. The Syndicate was weaker than ever. Their financial network was collapsing, and their last source of funding came from a single offshore account tied to a major import-export firm. If Chris made the right move, he could cut off their last lifeline. He picked up his phone and dialed Connor. “I need you to put pressure on Everest Logistics.” Connor’s voice was sharp. “That’s the company funneling the Syndicate’s last bit of money?” Chris smirked. “Yes. We’re going to strangle them.” The next day, Chris flew to Los Angeles, where Everest Logistics was based. The company was known for running legal operations on the surface but had deep t
