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The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 325;
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 d
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 327
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,
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 237; unexpected Ally
Chapter 326: The Unexpected Ally Chris sat in the quiet of his study, sifting through the documents he had retrieved. The Syndicate was on edge, their plans constantly shifting. He knew they wouldn’t let the sabotage go unanswered. A soft knock broke his concentration. Chris tensed for a moment before relaxing as Connor Shaw, the head of the local police and Chris’s closest ally, stepped inside. “You’ve been busy,” Connor said, tossing a newspaper onto the desk. The headline read: *Mysterious Saboteur Disrupts Syndicate Operations.* Chris gave a small smirk. “Just keeping them on their toes.” Connor pulled up a chair. “You’ve done more than that. Their network is unraveling, but there’s a problem.” Chris raised an eyebrow. “Go on.” “They’ve reached out to someone…a mercenary group known as the Black Summit. These guys don’t play games.” Chris leaned back, processing the new information. The Black Summit was notorious for taking on high-stakes contracts with ruthless ef
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 327; shadows in motion
Chapter 327: Shadows in Motion Chris sat in his study, the soft glow of the desk lamp casting shadows across the room. Revenant’s information was spread out before him, detailing the Syndicate’s weak points, secret locations, and upcoming operations. For the first time, he had a clear map of their network. The next steps would be decisive. His phone buzzed on the desk. It was Connor. “They’re moving,” Connor said without preamble. “The Syndicate is shifting their base of operations. Revenant’s intel was spot on. If you want to catch them, it’s now or never.” Chris clenched his jaw. Timing was critical. “Where are they heading?” “An old factory on the outskirts of the city. It’s isolated and heavily fortified.” Chris nodded to himself. “I’ll handle it.” Connor hesitated. “You sure? This isn’t just another group of thugs. You’ll need backup.” “I have all the backup I need,” Chris replied, his tone firm. The factory was a hulking, decaying structure surrounded by rus
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 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
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 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
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 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
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 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
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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
