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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
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 102, The case of the stolen Goddess
Chapter 102: The Case of the Stolen Golden GoddessChris sat in the stark, sterile interview room of the police station, his mind racing. The reality of his situation was beginning to sink in. He had been accused of a serious crime—the theft of a priceless artifact—and the weight of the allegations was overwhelming. The room was lit harshly by fluorescent lights, and the starkness only amplified Chris’s sense of dread.The door creaked open, and a stern-faced detective entered, carrying a manila folder. He placed it on the table and sat across from Chris, his expression impassive. The detective adjusted his glasses and opened the folder, revealing several photographs and a stack of documents.“Mr. Brown, we have evidence linking you to the theft of the Golden Goddess statue from the Brown residence,” the detective began, his tone clinical. “This is serious, and I need you to look at the evidence.”Chris’s heart sank as he glanced at the photos. The images showed a golden statue wi
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 103, Half a Billion each
Chapter one hundred and three: Half a Billion each Chris adjusted his grip on the steering wheel, his mind still preoccupied with the recent turmoil. The drive home had been uneventful until his phone buzzed, pulling him out of his thoughts. He glanced at the screen and saw an unfamiliar number. For a moment, he hesitated, considering whether to answer. Given the day's events, he wasn’t in the mood for unexpected calls. But something about the timing made him answer.He tapped the screen to accept the call. “Hello?”“Mr Brown?” a voice on the other end said, its tone crisp and businesslike. “This is Victor Raines. Shelly gave me your number.”Chris’s curiosity was piqued. He remembered Shelly mentioning a potential client interested in the Ascension portion—a powerful alchemical elixir that could significantly enhance a cultivator’s abilities. “Yes, this is Chris. What can I do for you, Mr. Raines?”“I understand you have an Ascension portion available. I’m interested in purchasing
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 104, Chris and his grandfather
Chapter One Hundred and Four; Chris and His Grandfather Chris Brown walked into the stately mansion with a sense of trepidation. The looming confrontation with his grandfather weighed heavily on his mind. The accusations of theft and the strain it had put on his relationship with his family were a dark cloud he couldn’t escape. As he stepped into the grand foyer, the familiar scents and sights of his childhood did little to comfort him. Instead, they served as a stark reminder of the rift that had formed between him and his kin.“Chris, why aren’t you in prison?” Mr. Brown’s voice boomed from the sitting room. The elderly man, despite his age, had a presence that commanded attention. His silver hair was meticulously groomed, and his piercing blue eyes showed a mixture of anger and disappointment.Chris took a deep breath and entered the room. “Grandfather, I didn’t steal the statue. I’ve been framed.”“Framed? Don’t insult my intelligence, boy!” Mr. Brown snapped, slamming his ca
The Return Of The Lame Son In Law. 105, how did we get here?
Chapter One Hundred and Five, Hoe did we get here? After Jackson's wedding, the Brown household buzzed with the afterglow of celebration. The following day passed without incident, with Mr. Brown not entering his study. It wasn’t until two days later, with the sun setting behind the hills, casting an amber hue across the estate, that Mr. Brown felt the need to retreat to his private sanctuary.As he stepped into the study, a sense of unease washed over him. His eyes scanned the room, settling on the empty pedestal where the golden goddess statue had always stood. His heart skipped a beat. The statue was missing. Panic set in as he moved frantically around the room, searching every nook and cranny.“Where is it?” he muttered to himself, opening drawers, moving books, and lifting papers. The statue, a family heirloom and a symbol of their legacy, was nowhere to be found. He hurried to his bedroom, rifling through his belongings with increasing desperation. The statue was not there eith
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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
