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The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 94, Ring of Destiny
Chapter Ninety Four: The Ring of DestinyThe atmosphere in the dimly lit underground chamber was tense as the masked man with the dagger hesitated, his hand frozen in mid-air. Jack Stone’s sudden command had brought the situation to a standstill.“Stop!” Jack Stone’s voice rang out, his tone authoritative and commanding.The masked man looked at Jack Stone, confusion etched on his face. “What is it?”“That ring on your finger,” Jack Stone said, his eyes narrowing as he focused intently on Chris. “Where did you get it from?”Chris glanced down at his hand, where a distinctive ring gleamed in the dim light. The ring was crafted from a metal that shimmered with an otherworldly sheen. Its band was intricately engraved with swirling patterns that seemed to shift and flow with the light. At the center of the band was a large gemstone, a deep emerald green, surrounded by smaller diamonds that sparkled like stars. The gem appeared almost alive, pulsing gently as if it held some secret pow
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 94, Tour of Shadows
Chapter Ninety Four: The Tour of ShadowsThe underground cavern was vast and eerie, with torchlight flickering across the rough stone walls. The air was heavy with the scent of damp earth and faint traces of incense. Jack Stone, now showing a marked respect towards Chris, decided to give him a personal tour of the underground lair.“My eminent, why don’t I give you a tour of our hub, I believe this is your first time here” Jack stone suggested. “Yes yes, you should.” Chris said and followed.Connor snd Leo noticed the change in character and asked Chris what was happening, “They think I’m someone important.” Chris said. “Haha” even at such a dire situation, Leo found it funny that the only way Chris would be treated with honor would be if they assumed him to be someone else. Chris ignored him and ekes lied to catch up with Jack stone who had already walked ahead. He noticed that the guards nodded and acknowledged him as he passed. As they walked through the dimly lit corridors
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 96, A Toast to freedom
Chapter Ninety-Six: A Toast to FreedomThe throne room, bathed in a dim, flickering light, had a heavy atmosphere as Jack Stone settled back into his grand chair. Chris, still processing the gravity of their situation, noticed a large, ornate jar being carried into the room. It was filled with a rich, dark wine, its surface shimmering under the torchlight.Jack Stone waved a hand dismissively. “A special wine for our guest. Please, enjoy.”Chris smiled and accepted the jar with enthusiasm. “Thank you, Jack. This is very kind of you. You know, since I’m here, why don’t we make it a celebration? Invite everyone to join us. It’s not every day that someone like me graces your presence.”Jack Stone hesitated, clearly unsure. “I’m not sure it’s appropriate to…”“Come now,” Chris interrupted, raising his voice slightly. “It would be a sign of great disrespect if you didn’t honor my request. I would think less of you if you failed to celebrate this occasion.”Reluctantly, Jack Stone agreed.
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 97, A late return
Chapter Ninety Seven: A Late ReturnThe clock ticked past midnight, and the once vibrant hum of the city outside had faded into a quiet, peaceful stillness. Stephany had spent the entire afternoon waiting for Chris, as he had promised he would come back that day. She was worried that the police might not believe Chris report and hold him back or even imprison him. And most importantly, she was worried that Chris might be injured, despite winning the fight with Tony, Tony was still strong and may have injured him somewhere. She was eager for him to come back and report that everything was good and sorted out.All the while, she thought of how cool her husband was for him to be able to beat Tony Stark up. She had prepared a meal with care, setting the table and even trying her hand at a few new recipes, hoping to surprise him. Her anticipation had kept her busy, but as the hours passed and the sun set, fatigue began to creep in.She had moved to the couch in the living room, hopin
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 98, I will protect you
Chapter 98: I will protect you. Stephany stretched lightly, still feeling the soft warmth of their morning together. “Morning,” he mumbled, grabbing a cup of coffee.“Good morning,” Stephany replied, “did everything go well at the station?” She asked, “Hmmn, yes it did, Chris said”“That’s good,” Stephany replied. her voice warm and cheerful. She set a plate of scrambled eggs on her plate and ate.“I need to talk to you about something.”Chris looked up from his coffee, his brow furrowing slightly. “What’s up?”“I have to head to the Preston house for a family emergency meeting,” Stephany said, her tone a mix of resignation and concern.Chris’s face fell into a look of mild frustration. “Why are there so many meetings? Seems like there’s always something new.”Stephany sighed, setting her coffee cup down. “Well, this one might be related to the events of last night. They’ll probably discuss what happened and maybe figure out the next steps or address any new issues that have come u
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 99, They Will beg you.
Chapter 99: They will beg you The Preston family gathered in the grandiose meeting room, the air thick with tension. The room, usually a symbol of unity and calm, now seemed to pulsate with underlying conflict. Chris and Stephany arrived, but as they walked in, an unexpected wave of hostility met them.Grandma Preston, seated at the head of the table, was the first to address them. Her expression was stern as she looked at Chris. “Chris, I’m afraid you’re not welcome here today. This is a family meeting, and we need to discuss matters privately.”Chris stood his ground, his jaw tightening. “I’m part of this family, Grandma. I’m here because I have a right to be.”The words were barely out of his mouth when Henry, one of the more vocal family members, laughed derisively. “Part of the family? Don’t make me laugh. You’re not really one of us, Chris.”Henry’s laughter was grating, and his eyes were cold with disdain. He was still bitter about the previous night's events, particularly
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 100, Fifty Shared
Chapter 100: Fifty Shares The room was thick with tension. Chris and Stephany had just been faced with Grandma Preston's harsh ultimatum, and Henry's derisive laughter echoed in the heavy air. As the argument continued, an unexpected knock on the door interrupted the scene, causing everyone to pause.A young assistant opened the door and announced, “Mr. Cradwell from Web 3.”He was the very one who had bought fifty percent of the shares form their company when they were having issues, he holds most of the manager right of the company.Though he saved the Preston’s when they were broke, at this point, he was the reason they started having this series of meetings. He held too much power that the company practically belongs to him. What was he doing now?The name was met with surprise and murmurings of confusion. Grandma Preston’s eyes widened. Mr. Cradwell was known for his significant investment in the company, holding a considerable share of management rights. His sudden appearan
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 101, Arrested for Theift
Chapter one hundred and one: Arrested for Theft Chris felt a surge of relief as he drove away from the Preston estate, the tension of the family meeting still heavy on his shoulders. The news of the shares and Mr. Cradwell's unexpected intervention had left the family reeling. He was eager to get to work and focus on something other than the turmoil of the morning.As he drove through the city streets, he made a brief stop at a junction to pick up a few documents from a local office. The traffic was light, and the day seemed to be settling into a normal routine.But as Chris exited his car and approached the office, a series of flashing blue lights and the blaring sirens of a police car abruptly interrupted the peaceful scene. Several police officers exited their vehicles and surrounded him, their stern faces set with purpose.“Mr. Chris Preston, you’re under arrest,” one of the officers declared firmly.Chris was taken aback, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “Arrest? For what
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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
