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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,
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 51, Getting to the bottom of the event.
Chapter Fifty One: Getting to the bottom of the event. Chris sat in his plush office, the weight of his responsibilities pressing down on him. The expansive desk before him was cluttered with papers and documents that demanded his attention, but his mind was elsewhere. Today was the premiere of ‘Dreams of Stardom’ and he had been looking forward to watching his wife make Loretta shine. Though he had initially planned to attend in person, the thought of running into Stephany and the rest of the Preston family deterred him. The Preston Empire had been awarded the contract to manage Loretta’s affairs and even his wife was particularly in charge of the outfit. She had tirelessly worked day and night to ensure that Loretta’s dress was perfect. If he should show up there, they’ll definitely meet and so will his staff who would refer to him as president. That would not be the best way for Stephany to find out he was the president of MTD Entertainment. Instead, Chris h
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 52, The confession.
Chapter Fifty Three: The ConfessionThe atmosphere in the conference room was tense. Chris stood at the head of the table, his expression grave as he addressed the assembled members of the Preston management team."We need to find out who was responsible for the sabotage," Chris declared, his voice steady but filled with underlying anger. “I won't rest until we uncover the truth. I want to see the CCTV footage of everyone who entered Loretta's dressing room."The room fell silent. The weight of Chris's words hung heavily in the air. Just as the IT technician was about to start accessing the CCTV footage, a young woman in the back of the room hesitantly raised her hand. She was an intern at MTD, barely noticeable amidst the senior staff, but now all eyes turned to her.Chris's gaze fixed on her. "Was it you?” He simply asked. She didn’t say anything for two minutes. “We have no time, if you’re confessing, go ahead.”The young intern swallowed hard, her nerves evident as she stood u
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 53, The Family Meeting.
Chapter Fifty Three: The Family Meeting The Preston mansion was shrouded in a tense silence, the kind that often preceded a storm. The family had been summoned by Grandma Preston, a formidable matriarch whose word was law within the Preston household.Everyone knew why they were gathered, it had to be the incident at Loretta’s premiere had caused a scandal, and heads were about to roll.The family assembled in the grand dining room, its opulence starkly contrasting the somber mood. Henry sat smugly at one end of the table, a gleam of satisfaction in his eyes. Stephany sat across from him, her face pale and drawn. She had barely slept, tormented by the events of the previous night and the impending judgment.Grandma Preston entered, her presence commanding immediate respect. She took her seat at the head of the table, her piercing eyes scanning the room before settling on Stephany. “Everyone, you know why we’re here,” she began, her voice cold and authoritative. “What happened
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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
