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The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 33. The exchange
Chapter Thirty three: The Exchange The tense air crackled with anticipation as Chris's words hung in the air, offering to exchange himself for the girls. “Why would you stop him, officer? Even if he died, it wouldn’t mean anything,” Charles, fear etched in his face, spoke urgently, his voice shaking. Connor, the head of the police department, stared in disbelief. “What kind of family is this?” he muttered, astonished at their readiness to sacrifice Chris. “But Bradley is a good man. Could there be a misunderstanding?” Eleanor, still clinging to the hope of Bradley becoming her son-in-law, questioned, confusion clouding her features. “No, ma’am,” Connor responded firmly. “The kidnapper has a gun to who I believe is Stephany’s head. But don’t panic, the negotiation team is on their way.” “What better negotiation than letting Chris go and save them? These ladies are from a rich family and have never suffered any hardship. But Chris is otherwise. Let him do one good deed, at least i
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 34. Aftermath Of The Kidnapping.
Chapter Thirty-Four: Aftermath of the KidnappingThe aftermath of the kidnapping cast a long shadow over the Preston estate. The event had been meant to celebrate Grandma Preston's birthday, but now the atmosphere was tense, filled with whispers and worried glances.Stephany sat in her room, still shaken by the ordeal. Her thoughts kept drifting back to Chris. Despite everything, he had risked his life for her and Ella. She picked up her phone, intending to text him, but hesitated. How could she reconcile her feelings for a man her family despised?Downstairs, the rest of the family gathered in their living room. The tension was palpable."How could this happen?" Eleanor demanded, pacing the room. "Bradley seemed so trustworthy.""He wasn’t," Charles replied curtly. "We should have known better."Henry, sitting with a scowl on his face, added, "I knew something was off about Bradley. But what about Chris? He’s no better. He’s always been trouble.""Enough," Grandma Preston said, h
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 35. The Unveiling Power.
Chapter Forty Five; The Unveiling of PowerThe morning sun streamed through the windows of MTD Entertainment as Stephany nervously entered the sleek, modern lobby. She had come to apologize on behalf of the Preston family and to beg for the collaboration on their new star to be reinstated. She was unaware that her brother Henry had previously accused the company's president of misconduct, further complicating the situation.Stephany approached the front desk, her heart pounding. “Good morning, I have an appointment with the Vice President," she said, trying to keep her voice steady.The receptionist smiled warmly. "Of course, Ms. Preston. Please have a seat; he'll be with you shortly."After a few minutes that felt like an eternity, Stephany was escorted to a spacious, elegantly decorated office. The Vice President, stood to greet her."Ms. Preston, please have a seat," he said, gesturing to a comfortable chair. "What brings you here today?"Stephany took a deep breath. "I wanted t
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 36. Moving on already
Chapter Thirty-Six: Moving On already. Chris was deep in thought, reviewing some paperwork in his office, when his secretary, Laura, knocked on the door and stepped inside. "Mr. Brown, you have a meeting scheduled with the manager at BMW in an hour. They're going to be sponsors for the new show Loreta is starring in," Laura reminded him, holding a neatly organized folder. Chris nodded, a slight smile on his face. "Thank you, Laura. That reminds me, I need to buy a new car.” “The distance from my new place to the company is too far to be taking taxis every day." "Would you like me to arrange for a test drive?" Laura asked. "No need, I'll handle it. I'll combine the meeting with some car shopping," Chris replied, standing up and grabbing his jacket. An hour later, Chris has arrived at the BMW dealership, the taxi he entered wheezing as it parked in front of the building. As he approached the glass doors, he noticed a group of sharply dressed salespeople bustling around insid
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 37. Cars and husbands
Chapter Thirty-Seven: Cars and Husbands Stephany stood awkwardly between Chris and Greg, the tension palpable as the two men glared at each other. She glanced around the showroom, hoping for some sort of distraction. Her eyes landed on a familiar face – Natasha, a classmate from college. Natasha was standing side by side with her husband, a wealthy business tycoon known for his successful chain of luxury hotels."Natasha!" Stephany called out, waving her hand.Natasha noticed her and beamed, walking over with her husband. They moved with an air of elegance and confidence, clearly enjoying each other’s company."Stephany! It’s been ages!" Natasha exclaimed, hugging her. “Meet my husband, Alexander. He’s here to buy me a new car."Stephany smiled politely, though a pang of envy struck her. Natasha had landed herself a rich and supportive husband who was about to buy her a luxury car."Nice to meet you, Stephany," Alexander said warmly, shaking her hand. "And who are your friends
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 38. You are my wife.
Chapter Thirty Eight: You are my wife Chris stood firm, his face calm but his eyes resolute. "Well, you know what?" he said, his voice cutting through the laughter. “I had come here with the thought of buying your latest BMW M series, but the customer service in this company is very terrible. I will no longer buy it."Natasha and Greg burst into laughter, the salesman joining in, their amusement echoing through the showroom. Their derision attracted the attention of other customers and staff."How could I have known that you were going to say something stupid like this?" Greg sneered, shaking his head.Natasha smirked, adding, "Chris, you couldn’t even afford a bicycle, let alone an M series. Who are you kidding?” Natasha who’s been hearing so much about Chris found it ridiculous the most. “Have you suddenly become a thief because I can’t possibly think of where you could get such money, is it with the 100 dollars allowance?”“Just because you can’t think of a way doesn’t mean the
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 39 President Hunting
Chapter Thirty Nine: President Hunting After Stephany left the building, Natasha and her husband were escorted by a staff member to see the cars and pick the one they wanted. The salesperson had been instructed to give them a good discount, ensuring they had an excellent experience.Meanwhile, Greg gathered some of BMW’s senior staff to brief them once more about the impending visit from the president of MTD. He emphasized the importance of this meeting and how they should welcome him with the utmost respect. Neatly standing in a straight line, they wore broad smiles and awaited his arrival.But half an hour passed, and no one showed up. The staff began to shift uncomfortably, their smiles faltering as the minutes ticked by. Greg, growing increasingly impatient, retreated to his office and dialed MTD."Hello, we fixed an appointment to meet the president at 12 pm, but it’s already two-thirty and he’s not here. Is there a change of plans?" Greg asked, trying to keep his frustratio
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 40. A Humbling Experience
Chapter 40: A Humbling ExperienceGreg’s heart nearly stopped when he saw Natasha peeping through the glass window. Panic flickered across his face as he abruptly stood up, trying to compose himself."Did I tell you to stand up?" Chris's voice cut through the air like a whip.Greg immediately apologized, his face flushing with embarrassment. "I'm sorry, sir," he stammered, moving to get back on his knees.Chris stopped him with a dismissive wave. "Don't. Instead, take care of her," he nodded towards Natasha, "and make sure she doesn't find out who I am. I want to keep a low profile."Of course, Greg was quick to understand. He was a sharp man, and he knew exactly what to do. He stepped out of the office, pasting a genial smile on his face as he approached Natasha."Natasha, how can I help you?" he asked, his tone smooth and unperturbed.Natasha eyed him suspiciously. "Why were you kneeling in front of Chris? What's going on?"Greg feigned a laugh. "Oh, nothing serious. Something fe
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325: A New Threat?
Chapter 325: A New Threat?Chris walked into his study the next morning, feeling the weight of the previous night's events. The Syndicate was weakened, but they were far from defeated. He sat down and opened his encrypted laptop, searching for any updates or intel.As he scrolled through messages, a ping alerted him to a new file. It was from an anonymous sender. Chris opened it cautiously, his eyes narrowing as he read the details. The Syndicate was forming alliances with dangerous rogue groups, planning to strike back harder than before.He leaned back, letting out a slow breath. “They never quit,” he muttered.Chris decided he couldn’t wait for the next attack. If they were regrouping, he needed to hit them first. Using his shadow abilities, he infiltrated one of their smaller hideouts to gather more information.The hideout was nearly empty, with only a few guards patrolling. Chris took them down silently, using shadows to bind and knock them out. Inside, he found documents d
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324; Shadow in motion
Chapter 324: Shadows in Motion Chris sat in his dimly lit study, the soft glow of his laptop illuminating his face. The files he had extracted from the Syndicate's mountain facility were spread across his desk. They were a treasure trove of information, bank transactions, coded messages, and the names of individuals in powerful positions. Despite the victory, Chris couldn’t shake the feeling that the Syndicate’s downfall had been too easy. Organizations like that didn’t crumble overnight. They regrouped, evolved, and returned stronger. He leaned back in his chair, his mind racing. It was time to decide the next move. The next morning, as Chris went about his usual routine, he received a message on an encrypted line he rarely used. It was from an unknown number: “You’ve made an enemy, but also an ally. Meet me at the old chapel on Birchwood Road. Midnight."Chris stared at the message, weighing his options. The old chapel had long been abandoned, a perfect location for an
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323; Unraveling the syndicate
Chapter 323: Unraveling the Syndicate The basement was quiet except for the faint hum of energy as Chris meditated. His focus was razor-sharp, the shadows around him responding to his command. The Syndicate had issued their challenge, and he was ready to strike back. Chris’s plan was simple yet dangerous. He would attend their so-called meeting, but not as a pawn in their game. He was going to dismantle the Syndicate from within, leaving them no chance to recover. Two days later, Chris arrived at an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. The building loomed like a monument to decay, its rusted metal doors creaking as Chris pushed them open. Inside, the air was thick with tension. A dozen figures sat around a long table, their faces hidden behind ornate masks representing animals—a lion, a snake, a crow, and others. At the head of the table sat the Syndicate leader, his mask a gleaming black dragon. Chris stood before them, his posture relaxed but his senses on
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322: The web of shadows
Chapter 322: The Web of Shadows Chris returned home late that night, the city lights fading behind him as he parked his car down the street from the Preston residence. He took a moment to collect his thoughts, reviewing Hector's confession.The meeting at the mansion was a significant lead, but it was also a potential trap. Walking into the house, Chris made sure to slip inside quietly. Stephany and her family were likely asleep, and the last thing he wanted was for anyone to see the grim determination on his face. Tonight wasn’t the time for explanations or slip-ups. Instead of heading to bed, he went straight to the small storage space in the basement, locking the door behind him. Inside, Chris knelt in the center of the room. With a flick of his wrist, a small, glowing orb of energy appeared in his palm, illuminating the space. This was his sanctuary, a place where he could channel his cultivation abilities without raising suspicion. The energy pulsed in his hands, and
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322; Into the Lion’s den
Chapter 321: Into the Lion’s Den The address on the note led Chris to an old, abandoned warehouse on the edge of the industrial district. The surrounding area was quiet, with most of the buildings boarded up or crumbling. The air smelled of rust and stale oil, a reminder of the district’s forgotten days of prosperity. Chris parked a few blocks away and approached on foot, keeping to the shadows. The closer he got, the more aware he became of the subtle signs of life. A flicker of movement in the upper windows. The faint crunch of gravel under boots. Hector wasn’t careless—he had guards watching every angle. Chris smirked faintly. “They’ll need more than that.”He stopped near a stack of old shipping containers and took a moment to assess the scene. Two men patrolled the front entrance, both armed with pistols. A third leaned against the side wall, smoking a cigarette and occasionally glancing at his watch. Chris’s fingers twitched, the energy within him stirring eagerly. T
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321; lines inthe sand
Chapter 320: Lines in the Sand The note clutched in Chris’s hand crumpled slightly as he stood on the porch, the cool night air biting against his skin. He stared at the words again—simple but direct. “You should have stayed in your small office job. The Syndicate always collects its debts.”Chris let out a slow breath, his eyes narrowing. Whoever had left the note wanted him rattled, but all it did was strengthen his resolve. He glanced at the dagger pinning it to the door—a cheap intimidation tactic. They were watching. They wanted him to know they were close. Without a word, Chris pulled the dagger free and slid it into his pocket. He folded the note, tucked it inside his jacket, and walked into the house, careful to keep his expression calm. Chris dropped his keys on the kitchen counter and poured himself a glass of water. His muscles were still humming from the trial earlier, a subtle reminder of the power now flowing within him. It wasn’t overwhelming anymore; it was
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Chapter 320; Echoes of the Syndicate
Chapter 319: Echoes of the Syndicate The stillness of Chris’s home was a sharp contrast to the chaos he had left behind at the warehouse. As he moved through the quiet halls, his senses remained heightened. The elixir’s effects still surged in his veins, sharpening his focus and amplifying his already formidable strength. He stopped briefly in his study, a small room filled with books, maps, and tools he used to piece together the web of the Syndicate’s influence. Tonight’s events had created a ripple, but he knew ripples had a way of turning into waves. Chris leaned against the desk, staring at the map pinned to the wall. Strings of red connected key locations in the city—places he knew were tied to the Syndicate. Victor Kane’s intel and tonight’s ambush had only solidified the reality: the Syndicate wasn’t just a threat to him but to the entire balance of power in the region. The faint vibration of his burner phone broke his concentration. He flipped it open to see a code
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318; The Web
Chapter 318: The Syndicate’s Web Chris moved with a predator’s grace as he navigated the labyrinthine streets of the Syndicate’s known territory. The new strength coursing through him was undeniable—every movement felt sharper, every sense more attuned. The elixir’s effects had not just enhanced his cultivation but had also honed his instincts, giving him an edge in the dangerous game he was about to play. His contact, a low-ranking Syndicate informant named Victor Kane, had agreed to meet him in a dimly lit tavern on the city’s outskirts. The place reeked of smoke and desperation, a fitting backdrop for the underworld dealings that occurred there nightly. Chris entered, his demeanor casual but his senses on high alert. Victor was seated at a corner table, nursing a drink and casting nervous glances at the room. “You’re late,” Victor muttered as Chris slid into the seat across from him. Chris smiled faintly, leaning back in his chair. “I’m never late, Victor. You’re just
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318; Shadow cults call
Chapter 317: The Shadow Cult’s Call Chris walked briskly through the darkened streets, his mind replaying the events at Ravenwood. His encounter with Armand Leto and the Syndicate’s inner circle had only intensified the stakes. For years, he had worked in the shadows, balancing his roles as a cultivator, a husband, and now, an unsuspecting adversary to one of the region’s most powerful clandestine organizations. But tonight, something lingered—a pull, faint but undeniable. It began as a whisper at the edge of his senses, a low hum vibrating in his chest. Chris stopped under a streetlamp, his breath visible in the chilly night air. He focused inward, reaching into the depths of his cultivation core. There it was again, the summons. A message from the Shadow Cult. The cult rarely called its members directly, preferring to operate in a web of subtlety and misdirection. When a summons came, it meant only one thing—something significant was unfolding. Chris took a dee
