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The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 72. The First Daughter.
Chapter Seventy Two, The First Daughter As Chris walked back into the hall to say his goodbyes, he noticed a commotion near the center of the room. A crowd had gathered, and through the throng of people, he could see a figure lying motionless on the floor. Instinctively, he pushed his way through the crowd, his heart pounding with concern and curiosity.When he reached the inner circle, he saw a young woman sprawled on the floor, unconscious. Her elegant dress was fanned out around her, and her face was pale. People were murmuring anxiously, calling out for a doctor. A middle-aged woman stepped forward and knelt beside the girl, trying to revive her."Give her some space! She needs fresh air!" the woman commanded, waving her arms to push back the crowd.Chris stood back, watching the scene unfold. He recognized the woman on the floor as Faith, the daughter of the President of the United States. She was a classmate of his cousin Jonathan and had naturally been invited to the wedd
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 73 Chris’s examination
Chapter Seventy Three: Chris’s examination. Chris squat down and examined her body. Holding her hands, he realized that her skin whixh used to be so smooth and glassy was now pale and there were signs and symptoms of dehydration. Althoughbthis maye look like an ordinary medical condition, Chris knew that it was far more than that, for the rate at which her body was changing is far great to be a normal condition. “Something must be wrong.” Chris said, causing eveyone to make a loud gasps. “Chris I thought you said you could do something, if you don’t have anything to do please leave her alone do the medics can come and take care of her.” Helen said. “The medics can not do anything about it, this is not a medical matter.” “What are you saying?” Martins steped forward. “She must have eaten something that had to do with garlic and it aggravated an evil spirit that is present here. Even if you take her to the hospital, you won’t be able to do anything.”“What rubbish are you sprouti
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 74. She was healed
Chapter Seventy Four; She was healed Chris stood anxiously outside his grandfather’s study, his mind racing. He had taken a huge risk by suggesting that the goddess statue could cleanse the First Daughter, and now everything hinged on his grandfather’s response. He hoped Uncle Martins could convince him. Inside the study, Uncle Martins faced Master Brown, who sat behind his large, imposing desk, surrounded by books and artifacts from his travels. The room was filled with the scent of old leather and incense, creating an atmosphere of reverence and wisdom. “What do you want, Martins?” Master Brown asked gruffly, not looking up from his paperwork. “Father, I need to speak with you about something urgent,” Martins replied, his voice steady but tinged with anxiety. Master Brown finally looked up, his stern eyes narrowing. “What is it?” Martins took a deep breath. “It’s about the First Daughter. She fainted at the wedding, and Chris believes she might have offended a spirit. H
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 75, A Reward for saving first daughter
Chapter Seventy Five; A reward for saving first daughter In the car, as the First Daughter was being taken to the hospital, she suddenly asked the driver to stop. Her bodyguards exchanged worried glances but obeyed her command. Shelly leaned forward and spoke in a calm yet firm voice, “I’m alright. I don’t need to go to the hospital. Take me to my apartment instead.”“Are you sure, ma’am?” one of the bodyguards asked hesitantly.“Yes, I’m sure,” she replied, her tone leaving no room for argument. “And bring Chris to me.”The bodyguards nodded, and the car changed direction. Shelly settled back into her seat, her mind racing. She needed to understand what had just happened to her and how Chris had known what to do.“Being that man to me.” She asked them and some of the guards went back to get Chris.Meanwhile, Chris was just stepping out of the hall when two of Shelly’s bodyguards approached him. “The First daughter wants to see you,” one of them said.Chris had kind of expected t
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 76, exchanged
L Chapter Seventy Six; exchanges As Chris and Shelly waited for the attendant to bring the herb, Chris decided to lighten the mood with a bit of humor.“Are you saying we’d wait for him here so he could go to Mount Everest and bring the herb to us? How long would it take?"Shelly smiled at Chris's goofiness, appreciating the attempt to break the tension. She knew he was joking but decided to indulge him with an explanation. “It is true that these herbs only grow on Mount Everest. However, what makes them thrive there is the good weather condition and lack of restrictions. If one can create an environment that replicates Everest's conditions, then the herb is bound to grow there."Chris raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Are you saying that there is a place like Mount Everest very close by where he could get it?""That information, Mr. Brown, I will not divulge," she said, a playful yet firm smile on her face.“Please, call me Chris,” he said, feeling awkward being called Mr. Brown, es
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 77; Memories of home
Chapter Seventy Seven; Memories of Home After saving the First Daughter, Chris left the party almost immediately. Now he was back, He needed to retrieve the potion for Shelly and collect his car from the Brown estate. The turn out of events became more dramatic especially when he found out that the first daughter of America was a cultivator. As for the others at the wedding, they stayed for a little while longer, but soon guests began to filter out. The celebration gradually wound down until it was only the groom’s family and close friends who remained. They decided to continue the festivities in a new building on the Brown estate, which was now the home of the newlyweds. The laughter, music, and clinking of glasses drifted into the night, filling the air with a sense of joy and warmth.Chris arrived back at the Brown estate, his car was parked close to the entrance, when he was about to get it, he noticed the lights glowing from the new apartment by the waters. The sounds of
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 78, A deal with the first daughter
Chapter Seventy Eight; A deal with the first daughter Chris had been standing by his car for what felt like an eternity, lost in the flood of memories. The laughter and music from the new apartment, where Jonathan and his new bride were celebrating, barely registered in his mind. He was back in the past, reliving the events that had changed his life forever. The day his parents died was etched into his memory with painful clarity. The pride in his father's eyes, the warmth in his mother's voice, the sudden, wrenching loss—they all came rushing back.Suddenly, the shrill ring of his phone's alarm jolted him back to the present. Chris glanced at the screen: 1:30 PM. Shelly had given him precisely one hour and thirty minutes to retrieve the potion from his car and bring it back to her. If he didn't make it back in time, she had threatened to publish a damaging story about him and his family, accusing them of poisoning her and blaming it on evil spirits. The thought was absurd, it
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 79. Saving the family
Chapter Seventy Nine, saving the family Miller’s heart pounded as he tried to reason with the loan sharks over the phone. He could hear the menace in their voices, the underlying threat that made his blood run cold. “Listen, I just need a little more time,” he pleaded. “I’ll get you the money, I promise.”“You’ve had enough time,” one of the loan sharks growled. “We want our money, and if we don’t get it by tomorrow morning, we’ll storm into Brown’s Conglomerate and cause a scene. We’ll tell the world that a Brown owes us.”Miller’s stomach churned. The thought of the family’s name being dragged through the mud terrified him. He knew he had to act fast, but what could he do? As he watched Chris driving out of the estate, an idea struck him. He remembered the events of the evening—the First Daughter, the goddess statue. If he could get his hands on that statue and sell it, he might just have enough to pay off the debt and have some leftover. No one would suspect him, and he co
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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
