Reincarnated With the Ultimate Son-in-law System

Chapter 22

Michael retreated silently from the observation deck, his mind racing. The System's task was clear, but the execution would require precision. Exposing Katherine and Eric's meeting to Richard Crawford without revealing his own identity as the Black Investor presented a delicate challenge.

As he moved through the yacht's corridors, Michael noticed a security monitoring station tucked discreetly behind a service door left ajar by a careless crew member. His enhanced perception immediately identified the camera system covering most public and many private areas of the vessel—including, he suspected, the observation deck where his wife and brother continued their intimate conversation.

Glancing around to ensure he was unobserved, Michael slipped inside the small room. A lone security officer had stepped away, leaving multiple monitors displaying various areas of the ship. Coffee steam rose from a mug beside the keyboard, indicating the guard would return soon.

Michael worked quickly, locating the camera feed from the observation deck. There they were—Katherine and Eric, now sitting close together examining something on Eric's phone, their body language unmistakably intimate even without the kiss Michael had witnessed.

With efficiency, Michael accessed the system, creating a secure connection through several proxy servers using techniques he'd learned from Olivia's security protocols. He captured two minutes of footage showing Katherine and Eric together, their lips clearly visible as they discussed "handling Michael" and "accelerating the timeline." Their expressions and body language told the story even without audio.

Michael isolated the most damning segments, edited out any reflective surfaces that might show him as the observer, and packaged the footage into an encrypted file. Using an anonymous routing protocol, he directed the file to Richard Crawford's private email—the one only family members knew about.

As a final touch, he added a simple message: "Your son and daughter-in-law discuss more than business. Watch carefully."

The entire operation took less than four minutes. Michael erased all evidence of his access from the security system and slipped out just as the guard returned, never noticing the brief intrusion.

The System message updated immediately: [Task completed successfully. Reward: Enhanced Memory Access unlocked.]

Michael felt a strange sensation wash over him—like remembering something long forgotten. Memories from his previous life sharpened with remarkable clarity, details he hadn't realized he'd forgotten suddenly accessible with perfect precision. Conversations, technical specifications, market trends, business strategies—a wealth of information now available to him with unprecedented clarity.

Most valuable were the memories of Katherine and Eric's behavior patterns—subtle tells and habits he could now recognize and anticipate with enhanced accuracy. Every secret meeting, every coded phrase, every manipulative tactic they had used against him in his previous life was now cataloged in his mind with perfect recall.

As Michael made his way back toward the main deck, the System presented him with the promised fashion brand blueprint..

“Woah,” he stepped back in shock.

“Goodness gracious,” he uttered.

It was a comprehensive design for a revolutionary smart clothing line featuring fabric that could adapt to the wearer's body temperature and change colors through smartphone control.

The designs were remarkable..elegant yet functional, technologically advanced yet wearable.

Using Sophia's adaptive materials technology as a foundation, the blueprint detailed everything from manufacturing specifications to marketing strategies. This wasn't just clothing; it was the future of wearable technology.

**

When Michael rejoined Sophia at the awards ceremony, she immediately sensed something had changed.

"You seem... different," she observed quietly as they applauded a winner collecting their trophy.

"Different perspective," Michael replied. "Sometimes seeing things clearly changes everything."

After the ceremony concluded, he guided her toward a quiet corner of the deck. "I'd like to show you something," he said, producing a tablet from inside his jacket. "A concept I've been developing that aligns with your research."

Sophia's eyes widened as she swiped through files in his hand revealing the fashion blueprints. "This is... extraordinary," she breathed, studying the technical specifications. "The integration of thermal regulation with visual customization.. I didn’t think this could be possible."

She looked up at him with new intensity. "This would revolutionize the industry. Smart clothing that actually delivers on the promise, not just gimmicks like the current market offerings."

Michael watched her technical assessment with satisfaction. Her expertise allowed her to recognize the true value of the blueprint immediately.

"How much?" she asked directly.

"Excuse me?"

"How much for the concept?" Sophia clarified. "Twenty million. Right now. My private investment fund can wire the funds tonight."

Michael smiled behind his mask. "It's not for sale."

Surprise flashed across her face. "Thirty million."

“Not enough,” she pouted, then proceeded to count her fingers.

“Fifty-five million!!” She yelled.

"It's not about the money," Michael explained. "This is just the beginning of what we might accomplish together. I'm proposing a partnership, not a transaction."

Sophia studied him intently. "You're serious."

"Completely," Michael confirmed. "Your adaptive materials technology combined with these designs could create an entirely new market category. But it needs your expertise to reach its full potential."

"A partnership," she repeated thoughtfully. "Between Sophia Morris and the mysterious Black Investor?"

"For now," Michael replied. "Though I suspect we'll need to establish a more formal arrangement eventually."

Sophia handed the tablet back, decision made. "I'm interested. But I'll need more than blueprints and promises. I need to understand who I'm really partnering with."

"Fair enough," Michael acknowledged. "Perhaps we should continue this conversation somewhere more private."

As they made arrangements to meet the following day at Sophia's laboratory, Michael's phone vibrated with an incoming notification. Richard Crawford had opened the email containing the video of Katherine and Eric.

The chess pieces were moving exactly as planned. While the Black Investor built a new empire with Sophia Morris, Michael Crawford would dismantle the conspiracy that had cost him his life in another timeline.

With his enhanced memory access, Michael could now recall every detail of his previous life's final months, every meeting, every decision, every missed warning sign that had led to his death. This time, with clearer vision and perfect recall, he would rewrite his future.

The game was changing, and for once, Michael held all the cards.