Chapter 377: The Forgotten Graves The message didn’t come with a number. No name. Just that eerie line: “Meet me at the cemetery. We need to talk about your husband’s parents.” Stephany stared at it long after Chris handed the phone back. A quiet fog crept into her chest, the kind that smelled of old secrets and unmarked tombstones. Chris didn’t blink. “Which cemetery?” She hesitated. “Greenstone. The old family plot, west end of the city.” His face hardened instantly. “That’s where my parents were buried.” Silence settled between them. Stephany adjusted her seatbelt and whispered, “Let’s go.”“Are you sure? It might be dangerous.” He said.“Yes Chris, wherever you’re going, I’ll go with you., and I’m sure you will protect me no matter what hat.” Stephnay reassure me him and the two of them did not drive home immediately. At Greenstone Cemetery It was nearly sundown when the gates creaked open. The sky was painted in streaks of gold and ash. Crows lined

Chapter 381: Chris is a Brown The morning sun cast a golden hue over the city skyline, but within the Brown family's towering headquarters, a storm was brewing. The previous night's revelations at Greenstone Cemetery had left Chris and Stephany reeling, but there was no time to dwell on the past. The Browns were making their move. News outlets buzzed with headlines: "The Prodigal Son Returns: Chris Brown Rejoins the Brown Empire." Social media platforms were flooded with posts celebrating Chris's "homecoming." The narrative was clear: Chris had been groomed from a young age to take the helm of the Brown conglomerate, and his recent successes were a testament to his family's legacy. At the center of this media frenzy was Grandfather Brown, the patriarch of the family. A shrewd businessman, he saw in Chris not just a grandson but a valuable asset to solidify the family's dominance in the corporate world. He orchestrated a grand charity gala in Chris's honor, aiming t

Chapter 383: Sinclair’s Return The marble floors of the MTD Enterprises reception hall gleamed like the surface of still water. High above, a crystal chandelier cast a regal light that seemed to silence every unnecessary thought. The building—Chris Brown’s crown jewel—was calm and unshaken, unlike the woman being escorted through its gold-edged glass doors. Sinclair Pete walked tall, but the weight on her shoulders was undeniable. Her heels echoed with urgency, her fitted navy dress clinging to a figure thinner than it once was. The spark in her eyes? Dimmed. But her pride? Still intact… barely. Her father’s empire Pete Consolidated was crumbling. Since the scandal involving the Syndicate, their supply lines had been blacklisted. Government contracts evaporated. Investors fled. And now, their staff was reduced by half, the family house up for silent auction. And yet… Sinclair had told herself she wouldn’t beg. She was here to talk. To negotiate. To find a way b

Chapter 385: Eleanor’s Redemption The Preston mansion had never felt this empty. For years, its marble floors echoed with footsteps of ambition, vanity, and pride. But today, Eleanor sat alone in the dining hall, her reflection sharp against the glass walls, her silence louder than ever. She had sent the staff home early. The boardroom battles were over for now. The lies were unraveling. And for the first time in years, Eleanor Preston felt something rare. She felt shame. She picked up the last message from Stephany and read it again: ‘Mom, I’m fine. I just need time to think. Please don’t look for me.’ Eleanor’s fingers trembled. It wasn’t just the distance it was the coldness in Stephany’s words. The daughter she raised to be strong had also learned to shut her out. And it was her fault. She hadn’t protected her. She hadn’t protected Chris. She hadn’t protected anyone. Eleanor closed her eyes, and for the first time in a long time… she wept. Two hours later, she was in

Chapter 387: The Sovereign Decision The city hadn’t slept in days. Screens across skyscrapers blinked with one name: Chris Brown. The final phase of the Game—an underground competition known only to the world’s elite—had reached its crescendo. It had started in whispers, conducted behind the curtains of billion dollar handshakes and secret midnight meetings. But now? It was everywhere. The public didn’t know the full scope. They only saw headlines: “Entrepreneur’s Gauntlet Reaches Final Round,” and “Underground Council Seeks Successor.” But those inside the circle knew. This wasn’t just a business tournament. It was the Game of Sovereigns. A test of vision, power, strategy and legacy. Chris stood in the center of the Iron Conclave, a shadow chamber beneath one of the oldest banking towers in Switzerland. The architecture whispered of ancient wealth. Marble walls, engraved crests, silent observers behind tinted panels. Nine seats surrounded him. Eight were occup