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The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 83, The Devil Appears
Chapter Eighty Three; The Devil Apears "Talk about the devil and he appears," Eleanor muttered under her breath as a sleek BMW S series drove right into her gates. Because the door of the living room was open, everyone could see the car from inside the living room. Maria and her family were wondering who had arrived in such a flashy car. Eleanor however, was angry, cursing in her mind. She thought Chris being here would just make them look down on her and her family even more, after all, thats’s what he’s good at. But seeing the shocked expressions on their faces, she couldn’t say anything out loud.Mark, Maria’s future son-in-law, had earlier planned with Maria to flaunt their status and belittle everyone else. He was good at showmanship, so he couldn’t resist commenting, with a sinister smile. “Wow, Steph, you’re trying to keep up with standards so much that you broke the bank to get your husband this fancy car."Stephany blushed, uncomfortable under the scrutiny. “He didn’t
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 84, Diamond in your House
Chapter Eighty Four, Diamond In Your HouseChris didn’t mind the mocking glances from Maria and Mark. He totally ignored them and dipped his hand into his pocket, bringing out the diamond jewelry necklace that he had traded the accession portion with.He handed it to Eleanor in front of everyone, saying, "Ever since I became your son-in-law two years ago, I haven’t given you any special gift. I apologize for that."When he handed over the diamond necklace, everyone gasped at the sight. By merely looking at it, one could tell it was original and worth a fortune.Maria and Mark exchanged looks of disbelief. They had a limited view of Chris and wondered where a "live-in" son-in-law could get such an expensive necklace. They almost couldn’t believe their eyes and the same goes for Eleanor and her daughter. Just then, a guest arrived. One of their old classmates, Grace, who was closer to Maria, entered. Maria had earlier invited her to come and witness how she would ridicule Eleanor
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 85; Henry to the Rescue
Chapter Eighty Five; Henry to the Rescue The next day, Chris woke up to an unusually quiet house. Eleanor and Stephany were not around. He glanced at the clock, it was still very early, he picked up his phone to call Stephany. When she answered, she sounded hurried.“Where are you?” Chris asked.“We're at a Preston family meeting,” she replied. “I didn’t want you to offend your kind boss by skipping work today, so I didn’t bother calling you. I thought it best for you to keep impressing him.”Chris couldn’t tell if her comment was a veiled insult or genuine concern. Nonetheless, he smiled and decided he would join the meeting later after attending to some tasks at work.As he entered his car, Chris noticed the fresh Alpine herb Shelly had given him the previous night. It looked tempting and potent. He decided to wait until he got to the office to take it, just in case there were any side effects.Once he settled into his office, Chris followed the instructions and consumed the h
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 86, You Are Mine Stephany
Chapter Eighty Six; You are mine Stephany.After an hour, the house was filled with a palpable sense of anticipation. The front door opened, and in walked Tony Blake, flanked by a dozen bodyguards. Tony Blake was an imposing figure, standing at an impressive 6'5" with a muscular build that showcased years of rigorous training and discipline. His broad shoulders and chiseled chest gave him an intimidating presence, while his powerful arms and legs were evidence of his strength and agility. His skin was tanned, likely from countless hours spent in the sun, and his face was rugged, with sharp features and a confident, almost arrogant, expression. His dark, piercing eyes seemed to size up everyone in the room, and his short-cropped hair added to his tough, no-nonsense appearance. Tony's overall physique exuded power and dominance, making it clear why he was such a formidable force in the boxing world.He moved with the air of someone who was used to commanding attention and respect.
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 87, A Boxer Versus A Cultivator
Chapter Eighty-Seven: A Boxer Versus A CultivatorChris entered the Preston family home just as Tony Blake was making his unwelcome advances. Tony, the towering national boxing champion, had his eyes fixed on Stephany with a disdainful smirk. “You’re far too pretty to waste on an impotent man like your husband. You should be with someone who can truly appreciate you,” he said, his tone dripping with arrogance.Chris, having just walked in, heard the remark. His face hardened with anger. “Are you that desperate that you go after people’s wives now?” he retorted, his voice cold and challenging.“Who the hell are you?” Tony asked, annoyed that someone had spoiled his fun. “I’m her husband,” Chris simply said, “Now ket go of my wife, or else..”Tony’s ego was pricked. His expression darkened as he turned his gaze toward Chris. “Or else what? You think you’re a match for me?” he growled.Before Chris could respond, Tony's fist flew out. The punch landed squarely on Chris’s jaw, sendin
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 88; Ordinary Men
Chapter Eighty Eight: Ordinary Men Once they left the Preston's house, Officer Connor gestured for Chris to enter his car, while the remaining police officers handled Tony Blake. Chris, a bit puzzled, smiled and asked, “Wasn’t I going for questioning?”Connor shook his head and chuckled. “We know how arrogant Tony is. Even if he got beaten up, he must have done something to deserve it.”Hearing that, Chris smiled and replied, “So, I’m not giving any report?”“Do you want to give a report?” Connor asked. “We can go to the station and go through the regular processes if you want.”Chris laughed, “No, bro, I was just asking.”As they drove away, Connor commented, “I’m really impressed you took down Tony. It must not have been easy to take down Blake all by yourself, I figured you must be a cultivator now.”Chris nodded, his eyes gleaming with pride. “Yeah, I am. I’m actually a level two master now.”Connor whistled in admiration. “That’s impressive, Chris. Really impressive.”“How did
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 89, Cunning man
Chapter Eighty Nine: Cunning Man Chris was taken aback when one of the men in the group claimed to recognize him. For a fleeting moment, he thought they might have figured out his true identity as Brown, from one of the richest families in America.Though he wasn’t displayed to the public from a young age, however, those close to their family knew the Brown children and grand children. He wondered how long it would have taken them to figure it out. However, his relief was short-lived. “Aren’t you Chris? The poor, lame live-in son-in-law of the Prestons? You married such a beautiful and worthy woman with nothing to give her. You must feel like you’ve won in life because I wonder what you’re doing here,” the man sneered. Connor quickly intervened, “Guys, give him a break, please. He’s my guest.” “But he’s not like one of us,” Leo retorted. “He’s not rich. He shouldn’t be here.” “Does it matter if I brought him here?” Connor replied firmly. “Okay, for your sake, we’ll let him
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 90, A Dire Call
Chapter Ninety: A Dire CallJust as Connor finished making his call and was heading back inside, he encountered Chris outside the private room. He had overheard the disparaging remarks his friends had made about Chris.“I’m sorry, Chris. I didn’t know they were going to react that way,” Connor said, his tone apologetic.Chris just shrugged but couldn’t help but wonder why Connor was friends with jerks like Leo. Normally, he would mind his business and not bother, but it seemed to him that Connor was a genuinely good guy.Hence he had to ask, “Why are you friends with people like them?”Connor hesitated for a moment before replying, “They’re not so bad if you get to know them.”Connor’s brief response hid a more complicated reality. How could he explain that his father worked as a personal assistant to Leo’s father in their company and that Leo’s family had significantly helped his family during a crisis? When their house burned down, it was Leo’s parents who took them in and suppo
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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
