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The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 60. Unearthing Secreta
Chapter Sixty: Unearthing Secrets Chris crouched behind the thick foliage, his breath steady as he peered through the underbrush. The van had pulled up to the secluded cemetery, its occupants unaware of his presence. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the clearing, giving the place an eerie, timeless quality. He watched as the man who had sold the amulet stepped out of the van, soon joined by a small, wiry man with sharp, calculating eyes. Chris's heart quickened. This had to be the leader of their group. "Bruce Lee, were you able to sell it?" the small man asked, his voice carrying an authoritative edge despite his stature. “Hahaha.” Chris laughed and had to shut his mouth for fear of being caught. Was Bruce Lee Really his name or was that like a nick name that the man got himself? Bruce Lee, the man who had sold the amulet, nodded with a satisfied grin. "Yes, I was able to sell it for half a million." The small man's eyes widened, a greedy glint flashing i
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 61. A Familiar Face In The Shadows
Chapter Sixty One: A Familiar Face in the ShadowsChris crouched in the shadows, his heart pounding as he watched the graverobbers unload their spoils. The eerie silence of the graveyard was only broken by the occasional murmur from the men and the rustling of leaves in the night breeze. He kept a careful watch, ready to act if needed, but also acutely aware of the danger he was in.Suddenly, the atmosphere shifted. The men stopped their work, their heads snapping towards a sound coming from the opposite direction of where Chris was hiding. His breath caught in his throat. He had been sure they were about to discover him. But no, they were looking somewhere else entirely.From the shadows opposite Chris, a figure emerged, moving cautiously yet deliberately. As the figure stepped into the dim light cast by the graverobbers’ lanterns, Chris's eyes widened in recognition. It was Officer Connor.Chris was stunned. What was Connor doing here? How had he found this place? As he watched
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 62. The Guardian Spirit
Chapter Sixty Two: The Guardian SpiritChris and Connor waited in the dark, abandoned cabin, listening intently for any sign of the graverobbers. The silence stretched on, and the forest outside seemed to hold its breath. Chris finally let out a sigh of relief. “I think we lost them,” he whispered.Connor nodded, cautiously getting to his feet. “Let’s get out of here before they come back.”They crept to the door, peeking out to ensure the coast was clear. Seeing nothing but darkness and trees, they quietly slipped outside and began making their way back through the forest, sticking to the shadows.As they neared the cemetery, Chris noticed something that made his blood run cold. Standing in the clearing, not far from where they had first hidden, were the graverobbers. They were scattered around, talking in hushed tones and looking agitated. The leader, the small man who had confronted Connor, was pacing back and forth, barking orders.Chris grabbed Connor’s arm, pulling him back
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 63. The six sects of k****u
Chapter Sixty Three: The Six Sects of Kung Fu As the first light of dawn began to creep over the horizon, Chris and Connor trudged back towards town, their minds still racing from the events they had just witnessed. The silence between them was heavy, each man lost in his thoughts. Finally, Chris broke the silence. "Connor, why do you think that spirit—or whatever it was—left us alone?" he asked, his voice low and contemplative. Connor looked at him, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "You mean you really don't know?" Chris shook his head, genuinely confused. "No, I don't. I thought maybe you did." Connor's smile faded into a look of surprise. "I thought you were just messing with me. I assumed you knew what was going on." Chris stopped walking, turning to face Connor directly. “I'm serious. I have no idea. All I know is that those spirits went after the graverobbers but didn't touch us. Why?" Connor sighed, realizing he would have to explain. "Alright, sit down
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 64. The Medallion and the elixir
Chapter Sixty Four: The Medallion and the ElixirAs Chris and Connor continued their walk towards the road, Chris's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and memories. One particular memory stood out which was the fact that Dante had given him a drink once, a peculiar drink that made him feel weak for a while afterward. Could that be it? Or perhaps it was the medallion given to him by the old man he had helped when he went to Brown's to sign the papers. Ever since he had that medallion, his leg had miraculously healed, enabling him to walk perfectly well. But how could it be?Chris instinctively reached for his pocket, where he usually kept the medallion. It wasn't there. He realized he must have left it at home, having been too preoccupied with the premier, Loretta’s accident, the family meeting, and Mrs. Sinclair’s urgent call. This meant it had to be the liquid Dante gave him.As they reached the road, Chris drove them to Connor’s house, not far from the graveyard. The house was a
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 65. The unexpected visits or.
Chapter Sixty Five: The Unexpected VisitorChris was about to question Connor further on why he was being sent away when the door opened, and a young, beautiful woman entered. She had an air of grace and confidence, her presence immediately commanding attention. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her shoulders in soft waves, framing a face that seemed almost too perfect to be real. Her eyes were a striking shade of green, bright and lively, sparkling with curiosity and warmth. Her lips curved into a gentle smile, revealing perfect white teeth, and her skin had a flawless, sun-kissed glow.Chris couldn't help but feel a jolt of surprise and admiration at the sight of her. She was dressed in a simple yet elegant outfit: a light blue blouse that complemented her eyes and a pair of fitted jeans that accentuated her slender figure. There was an effortless charm about her, a combination of beauty and ease that made her instantly likable."Hello," she greeted them casually, her voice me
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 66. The Preston Family Meeting
Chapter Sixty Six: The Preston Family MeetingThe atmosphere in the Preston household was tense, charged with a palpable sense of betrayal and anger. The family gathered in the large, opulent dining room, but instead of the usual cheer that accompanied their gatherings, a dark cloud hung over them. Charles, Stephany’s father, sat at the head of the table, looking defeated. His wife, Emily, and daughter, Stephany, sat beside him, trying to maintain their composure amidst the storm of accusations."You've ruined us, Charles!" Uncle Henry bellowed, his face flushed with rage. "How could you be so careless? How could you let this happen?""Calm down, Henry," Aunt Margaret interjected, though her tone was anything but calm. "We need to figure out what to do next, not just point fingers.""It's easy for you to say," Cousin Olivia spat, her eyes blazing with anger. "Your business is safe. But now, two of our major partners have pulled out. They don't want to be associated with us anymore!"
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 67. The family’s savior
Chapter Sixty-Seven; The family’s Savior. The usually lively room felt heavy with the burden of their recent financial catastrophe. Charles, who had been the one to unwittingly give away their entire family fortune to scammers, sat with his head hung low, guilt and shame written all over his face. "We need a plan," Grandpa Preston said, his voice strained. "We can't just sit here and let everything we've built fall apart." "We've contacted the police, and they're doing what they can, but it’s not enough," Grandma Preston added, her voice quivering with worry. “We need immediate funds to keep the company afloat." Just as the family was debating their next steps, the doorbell rang. The butler hurried to answer it, and moments later, he returned with a distinguished-looking man in a tailored suit. The family recognized him immediately as Mr. Cradwell, the CEO of Web 3 Tech Company, the largest tech company in America. "Mr. Cradwell, what a surprise," Grandpa Preston said, risi
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336; A Storm Brewing
Chapter 336: A Storm Brewing Chris entered the house quietly, the sound of the door clicking shut barely echoed. The evening air was heavy, and so was the silence. He could hear faint murmurs upstairs—probably Eleanor speaking with Charles. But the kitchen lights were still on, and Stephany was there, sitting at the island counter like she’d been waiting. She didn’t look up right away. Chris approached, loosening his tie. “Long day?” Stephany nodded, barely glancing at him. “Mm-hmm.” He picked up on the shift in her energy instantly. Something was off. “You alright?” “I’m fine,” she replied, sipping from her coffee. “Your day?” Chris leaned against the counter, watching her. “Eventful. Charles didn’t mention anything about our little confrontation today?” That got her attention. She looked up slowly. “He did. Said there was a disagreement. But he also mentioned investors… and how promising the opportunity was.” Chris frowned. “He told you that?” “Why wouldn’t he?” she a
335: A Wedge Between them
Chapter 335: A Wedge Between Them Stephany stood by the kitchen island, scrolling through a list of supplier contacts for an event her office was hosting next weekend. The house was quiet, Chris wasn’t back yet, and her mother had gone out to meet with a friend. She welcomed the silence, a rare thing in the Preston household these days. The sudden sound of approaching footsteps made her look up. Charles entered the room, dressed in a crisp navy suit. He looked nothing like the man who had just been humiliated before investors. Instead, he carried himself with a sense of renewed confidence. “Stephany,” he said, his tone smooth and almost fatherly. “Got a minute?” Stephany gave a small smile. “Of course dad, is everything okay?” Charles nodded, stepping closer. “Better than okay. I actually came to talk to you about something important. Just between us.” Stephnay was curious, what could her father have to discuss with her? It’s been a while he has not been around for a while
334: Breaking the Foundation
Chapter 334: Breaking the Foundation Chris stepped out of the Imperial Hotel, his expression calm, but inside, his mind was already running through his next move. Charles had been dealt a heavy blow, but it wasn’t over yet. If there was one thing Chris knew about men like him, it was that they never accepted defeat easily. Especially when their pride was at stake. He pulled out his phone and dialed Connor, telling him how everything went. “How bad was the damage?” he asked. Connor chuckled on the other end. “Let’s just say Charles won’t be smiling anytime soon. The investors weren’t happy about being misled. Some are already looking into the financial records you presented.” Chris smirked. “Good. That means we just need one more push.” Connor hesitated before speaking again. “There’s something else. I did some digging—Charles wasn’t acting alone. Someone inside the company was feeding him information.” Chris’s expression darkened. “Who?” Connor sighed. “Still looking
333; The power Play
Chapter 333: The Power Play Stephnay went out and left Chris on his own. He debated following her and at the end decided to stay back. Chris closed his laptop, his mind already racing through his next move. The revelation that Charles planned to use Stephany against him wasn’t surprising, it was pathetic. A desperate man grasping at straws. Eleanor, on the other hand, stood frozen in place, her expression a mixture of disbelief and anger. It wasn’t clear whether she was more upset with Chris for catching Charles in the act or with Charles for underestimating him. Chris rose from his chair, taking his time as he adjusted the cuff of his sleeve. “Still think I’m the problem, Eleanor?” She snapped out of her thoughts, her eyes darkening. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” He shrugged. “It’s amusing, watching him dig his own grave.” Eleanor let out a bitter laugh. “You really think this proves anything? My husband is a businessman. He knows how to deal with obstacles.”
332; Caught in the act.
Chapter 332: Caught in The Act. Charles Preston stood on the balcony of the Preston estate, gazing at the sprawling gardens below. The night air was cool, but his mind burned with calculations. He wasn’t a fool. He knew Chris Brown wasn’t the naive fool his daughter thought he was. He had seen the cold intelligence in his eyes, the quiet way he observed rather than spoke. That kind of patience wasn’t natural, it was trained. Which meant Chris was dangerous. Still, Charles smirked and thought to himself; But I’ve dealt with men like him before. Just as he turned to head inside, his phone buzzed. He pulled it out and checked the caller ID. A private number. He hesitated before answering. "Speak." A deep voice on the other end chuckled. "You’re being watched, Charles." His spine stiffened. "By who?" "You already know the answer," the voice replied smoothly. "Chris Brown has people tailing you. He’s not the weakling you think he is." Charles's jaw clenched. "What d
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
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
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
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
