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The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 43: Magic Pill
Chapter Forty Three: Magic Pill"Well, well, well, if it isn’t Chris, the Prestons’ poor live in son in law," a mocking voice sneered.Chris and Sandra turned to see Henry stepping out of the mall, his eyes gleaming with malicious delight. Henry sauntered over, clearly relishing the opportunity to ridicule Chris. Henry's gaze fell on the sleek BMW M13 series they were in and He sneered, "This car? No way it's yours, Chris. A jobless, poor live-in son-in-law like you could never afford such luxury.”He looked at Sandra again and doesn’t seem to remember her from anywhere, hence he naturally concluded she was his sugar mummy. “Must be the lady's car, right? You’ve really stooped low, haven’t you, Chris? Keeping sugar mummies just for money?" Chuckled Henry.Henry’s voice dripped with contempt as he continued, "What’s the deal, huh? How much is she paying you? Or are you just her call boy?"Chris clenched his fists, but before he could respond, Sandra stepped out, her face flushed wi
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 44. A piece of history
Chapter Forty-Four: A Piece Of History.A few hours later, Stephany came home. She was tired from her day but noticed Chris lying on the floor. Her first reaction was one of irritation. “Why is he lying there like that? How careless can he be?" she muttered to herself. She walked over to him, nudging him lightly with her foot. “Chris, get up."When he didn’t respond, her irritation turned to mild concern. She knelt beside him and checked his pulse. He was breathing steadily, but deeply asleep. “Maybe his new job really has him this exhausted," she thought. Sighing, she fetched a blanket and covered him."Goodnight, Chris," she whispered softly, before heading to her bed.The next morning, Chris woke up feeling groggy but better. The memory of collapsing was hazy, but he was grateful for the blanket Stephany had covered him with. He got up, stretched, and prepared for his day. He was about to leave for work when his phone rang."Hello?" Chris answered."Hello, is this Mr. Chris
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 45. The unexpected Visitor.
Chapter Forty Five: The Unexpected Visitor Mrs. Sinclair Pete was adjusting the camera settings, trying to capture the perfect shot of the Eternal Jade when there was a knock on the door. She sighed, slightly annoyed at the interruption but maintaining her composed demeanor. She placed the camera down and walked over to open the door. One of her employees, a young man named Tom, stood there looking somewhat flustered. “Mrs. Pete, there's someone here who wants to sell a very important piece of jewelry. He insists on speaking with you directly." Mrs. Pete raised an eyebrow. It wasn’t every day someone brought in a piece significant enough to require her personal attention. “Very well, Tom. Lead the way." She followed Tom through the elegantly decorated store, past displays of glittering diamonds and rare gemstones, to a private consultation room. Seated there was a young man who appeared foreign, with sharp features and an air of confidence that bordered on arrogance. He
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 46, The Desperate Plea
Chapter Forty Six: The Desperate Plea Mrs. Sinclair Pete looked at the young man standing before her, his desperation palpable. He shifted his weight anxiously as he clutched the velvet box containing the Amulet of Ashoka. Chris, standing off to the side, observed the scene with a discerning eye, his suspicions about the authenticity of the jewelry still fresh in his mind. "I understand your urgency," Mrs. Pete said, her voice softening as she regarded the young man. "But we must be thorough. If this piece is as valuable as you say, it’s essential to verify its authenticity." The young man's face twisted in frustration. "I don’t have that kind of time," he said, his voice quivering. “My mother is down with cancer, and this precious stone is the only valuable thing we have left. I need to sell it soon to pay for her hospital bills." His eyes locked onto Chris’s, as if seeking some form of sympathy or validation. He reached into his bag and produced a stack of papers, thru
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 47; The Revelation
Chapter Forty Seven: The Revelation Ms. Sinclair Pete worked swiftly, her experienced fingers delicately examining the Amulet of Ashoka. Turning it over, she noted the intricate inscription of the great Ashoka himself. The amulet had two compartments: the first layer contained what appeared to be kangaroo teeth, while the second was surrounded by the famed "water of life." Everything was in place and intact, and the gold material used to hold the piece was genuine. "It's authentic," she finally declared. yet she insisted on only paying twenty thousand dollars. “But I’m afraid I can’t buy it at that amount you are asking for, it’s a bit too much.” She said. John, the young man selling the amulet, shook his head vehemently. “I won’t sell it for less than fifty thousand dollars. My mother's life depends on it." His younger companion, desperation etched on his face, dropped to his knees. “Please, beautiful Ms., buy it at the price we need. You’d be saving a lif
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 48. A break through in the case.
Chapter Forty-Eight: A Breakthrough in the Case Officer Connor turned to have a look at the culprit who had their real faces now, his eyes lighting up as he saw the two men being retained by angry traders. He had been searching for them for the past half a month. Approaching the gathered crowd, he began to recount the story. “Ladies and gentlemen, these two men are notorious scammers and thieves. We've been on their trail for weeks now. They have been changing identities so frequently that it has been nearly impossible to catch them. But thanks to the vigilance of this you all here,” he said, gesturing towards everybody. “Wow we didn’t know they were notorious thieves as you said.” “It’s actually thanks to Chris, or he would have scammed Ms. Pete as well” Ms. Pete blushed at the thought of her carelessness. It would have been a low blow for her if word should go out that the great jeweler was scammed at her job. Indeed Chris had saved her this time. The crowd murmu
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 49, A golden opportunity
Chapter Forty Eight: A golden OpportunityMs. Sinclair Pete stood quietly, still reeling from the near disaster. She turned to Chris, her eyes filled with gratitude and a hint of disappointment in herself. “Chris, I can't believe I almost fell for that scam. All my years in the jewelry business, and I couldn't see through them.”But you did. You’ve been saying I should take caution from the time they came, how did you do that?” Chris smiled modestly. "I'm a good observer, Mrs. Pete." She shook her head. "No, it’s more than that. If it were just about observation, I would have noticed something too. Tell me, how did you know they were fakes?"Chris hesitated, knowing fully he knew about jewelry from his mother and basically the Brown’s female population, but he couldn’t tell her that without raising more questions. He sighed. "I’ve been hustling for a long time. I once worked under an old master who taught me how to observe important pieces of jewelry. He had a knack for spotting
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 50, the Premiere of Loretta.
Chapter Fifty: The Premiere of LorettaThe morning sun bathed Loretta's apartment in a soft, golden glow as she prepared for one of the most significant days of her life. Today was the premiere of her new musical, Dreams of Stardom’, and she was both exhilarated and nervous. This was the first time she would be presented to the public as the star of the show, and everything had to be perfect.Loretta's day began early, everything had to be done according to plans. Her team of stylists, makeup artists, and assistants bustled around her, transforming her into the glamorous figure the public expected. Her makeup artist, Marla, worked meticulously, ensuring every detail was flawless. Loretta's eyes sparkled with a smoky, sultry look, and her lips were painted a deep, bold red. Her hair, styled in loose waves, framed her face perfectly. “Are you excited?” Stephany asked as Marla brushed a final touch of highlighter on Loretta's cheekbones. “Excited and terrified,” Loretta admitted,
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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
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
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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,
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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
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
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
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
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
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