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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
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 54. Unveiling the Saboteur
Chapter Fifty Four; Unveiling the Saboteur.Loretta made her way up the grand driveway to the Prestons' mansion, her heart pounding.The sprawling estate, with its meticulously manicured gardens and imposing façade, was a stark contrast to the turmoil she felt inside.As she approached the entrance, two maids standing by the door noticed her immediately, their eyes widening in surprise."Ms. Loretta! Please, come in," one of the maids said, stepping aside to allow her entry.The other maid quickly ran off to inform Grandma Preston of Loretta's arrival.Loretta walked through the ornate hallways, her footsteps echoing on the marble floors.She was determined to set things right, to clear her name, and to expose the truth. The atmosphere in the house was tense, filled with the anticipation of the family meeting that was taking place. She could hear muffled voices from the dining room, where everyone was gathered."Grandma, Ms. Loretta is here," the maid announced as she opened the do
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 55. A jealous wife
Chapter Fifty Five: A jealous wife.Chris stood up, his chair scraping against the floor, a clear signal that the meeting was over for him, if not for everyone else. He looked around the room, his gaze sharp and unwavering. “Like I said, the elders should remember they are elders and act like one.” Clearly directing it to grandma and his father in law.“I’ll be off now." He said without waiting to hear if anyone had anything to say and strode out of the meeting. Grandma Preston hadn’t officially dismissed the gathering, yet Chris’s departure marked the end of any meaningful discussion. He walked out, the heavy atmosphere following him. Ella quickly stood and rushed after him, her heels clicking on the polished floor."Chris!" she called out, catching up to him in the hallway. “The last time you saved us from that lunatic, I didn’t get a chance to thank you properly."Chris nodded, his expression with out difference, he said, . "You’re welcome."He turned to leave, but Ella reach
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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
