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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
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 56. The Mystery Amulet
Chapter Fifty Six: The Mystery AmuletSinclair stood by the door, anxiously glancing at her watch. She had called her father, an expert in rare and antique jewelry, to help identify a mysterious amulet. Though she had originally called Chris to some and whelp her examine the amulet, she felt that a second opinion was crucial, especially from someone with her father's extensive experience.Besides, she wasn’t sure Har Chris was or how long it would take him to arrive. Sure enough, her father, Mr. Pete, had arrived just in time when the man entered the store. The man was nondescript, dressed in a simple gray suit that had seen better days. His eyes darted around the store nervously, clutching a small, ornate box tightly. "Hi, good day. Where is the manager? I am looking to sell this important piece of jewelry," the man said, his voice tinged with desperation. Sinclair stepped forward with a welcoming smile. "Ah, you are welcome, sir. I am the manager, but I’d like my father to do
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 57. The Revelation of the Pendant.
Chapter Fifty Seven: The Revelation of the Pendant“Can I have a look?”Chris, who just arrived and had silently observed part of exchange, leaned forward, his eyes fixed on the small, ornate box on the table.“I can't shake the feeling that we might have missed something," Chris said thoughtfully. Sinclair raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"“Yes, are you saying that Mr. pete is wrong?”“Look at this man, just because you were lucky the other time.”“Who’s this?” Mr. Pete asked, when he heard Chris. “Oh dad, this is Chris, he is the special appraiser I told you I hired.”“Isn’t he..” Mr. Pete looked closely at him, his head tilted as he tried to recall where he saw him from. “The Preston’s lowly son in law?” The crowd were eager to put words in his mouth.“Yes he is the one.” “Are you sure he knows what he’s doing?”“Yes dad.”Chris tapped his fingers on the table, a rhythmic drumming that conveyed his inner conflict. “Mr. Pete, with all due respect, could we take another loo
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 58. The Legend Of The Astral Amulet
Chapter Fifty Eight: The Legend of the Astral Amulet“Dad dis you know about this Amulet before?” Sinclair asked her father.“Yes Mr. Pete, tell us about it, we want to learn.“Okay, Chris, we’ll go after I’m done here.” He said and continued his story. As Mr. Pete sat down with the man, he felt the weight of history pressing down on him. The Astral Amulet, if that’s truly what this was, carried with it a tale that spanned centuries. He cleared his throat and began to recount the history of the pendant, his voice filled with reverence. "The Astral Amulet is said to have been created over two thousand years ago by an ancient civilization known as the Celestians. The Celestians were a highly advanced society that lived in the region we now know as Northern India. They were renowned for their astronomical knowledge and their ability to create intricate and powerful artifacts." Mr. Pete paused, letting the significance of his words sink in. “The Celestians believed that the amule
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 59, the vanishing trail.
Chapter Fifty Nine: The Vanishing TrailChris Followed the man and wanted to ask him directly. However he noticed the man was moving suspiciously and kept looking at his back. Sensing that something was fishy, Chris decided against asking him and followed him instead. He followed him from a distance so as to avoid suspicions of the man noticing him. He saw the man enter an old van that was parked at about six blocks away from the store, it was as if the man intentionally left the van there to avoid anyone noticing how he came there. Seeing this, Chris went back and brought his car, and decided to follow the man. Chris gripped the steering wheel of his sleek M13, his mind racing with questions as he followed the van through the winding roads that led out of town. The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the countryside. He kept a safe distance, wary of alerting the driver of the van. As they left the outskirts of the town behind, Chris noticed the landscap
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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
