Chapter one hundred and Seven. Card declines He was in the room with his granny when she started breathing hard and her movement became very drastic, Chris was very scared and rushed to call the nurses to inform the doctor to check up on her condition. Chris sat in the hospital's waiting room, his mind racing with anxiety. The weight of the situation bore down on him as he awaited any updates on Nanny Grace's condition. He knew that her life hung in the balance and that every second counted.A nurse approached him, her expression grave. "Mr. Brown, we need to discuss your grandmother's surgery."Chris stood up quickly, his heart pounding. "What is it? Is she going into surgery now?"The nurse shook her head. "Unfortunately, we cannot proceed with the surgery until payment has been made."Chris’s eyes widened in disbelief. "You can't be serious. This is a life-and-death situation! You need to save her!"The nurse maintained her professional demeanor. "I understand your concern, but h
Chapter one hundred and eight; I need it in cash.Chris raced back to his office, his mind consumed with a singular focus: make the ascension pill and get the money. The desperation and urgency of Nanny Grace’s situation had driven him to the edge, and he couldn't afford to waste any time.He parked his car haphazardly, barely bothering to lock it before sprinting into the building. His heart pounded as he rushed to his private lab, the urgency of his task propelling him forward. Every second felt like an eternity, and he knew that Nanny Grace's life depended on his speed and efficiency.Once inside his lab, Chris quickly gathered the necessary ingredients. The process of making an ascension pill was delicate and required precision, but his hands moved with practiced skill. As he worked, he couldn’t help but reflect on the irony of the situation. Just hours ago, he had been worried about petty family squabbles, and now he was fighting to save a life.He carefully measured each compon
Chapter one hundred and ten; it wasn’t about the debt.Chris paced back and forth in the waiting room, his mind a whirlpool of anxiety and hope. Hours had passed since the surgery began, each minute stretching into an eternity. The hospital's sterile walls seemed to close in on him, amplifying his worry. Finally, a doctor emerged from the operating room, pulling down his mask to reveal a reassuring smile."The surgery was successful," the doctor announced. "Your grandmother is in recovery now."A wave of relief washed over Chris, nearly buckling his knees. "Thank you, doctor. Thank you so much."The doctor nodded. "She'll need some time to recover, but everything went well. You can see her in a little while once she's settled in her room."Chris thanked the doctor again and made his way to the hospital's gift shop. He wanted to make sure Nanny Grace woke up to something comforting. As he browsed the aisles, he picked out a soft, pastel-colored blanket, a bouquet of bright flowers, and
Chapter one hundreds and eleven; Another opportunity to get moneyChris received a call from Mrs. Pete Sinclair early in the morning, just as he was finishing his breakfast. Her voice was urgent, yet polite, and she sounded a bit flustered. She explained that she needed his expertise to appraise a piece of jewelry. Chris, recognizing an opportunity to make some much-needed cash, immediately agreed to meet her.After taking a quick shower and dressing in his best business casual attire, Chris headed out to the address Mrs. Sinclair had given him. He drove through the city, the streets bustling with morning activity, until he reached the affluent neighborhood where Mrs. Sinclair lived. Her house was a large, elegant mansion surrounded by meticulously maintained gardens, a clear sign of wealth and status.Chris parked his car and walked up to the grand front door. He rang the doorbell, and within moments, a butler answered, ushering him inside. The interior of the house was just as impre
Chapter One hundred and twelve. : A Call to Duty Mrs. Pete Sinclair was in the middle of organizing her paperwork when her phone rang, disrupting her concentration. She glanced at the caller ID and saw that it was from the office. She hesitated for a moment before answering, knowing that calls from the office usually meant urgent matters. "Hello, Mrs. Sinclair speaking," she answered in her usual composed tone. "Mrs. Sinclair, this is Angela from the office. We have a situation that requires your immediate attention. Mr. Larson insisted it couldn't wait." Mrs. Sinclair sighed quietly, realizing that her evening plans were about to be derailed. “Alright, Angela. I'll be there as soon as I can." She hung up the phone and immediately thought of Chris, thinking he has not gone so far. He had just completed an appraisal for her and was on his way back home. She quickly dialed his number, hoping he hadn't gone too far. "Chris, it's Mrs. Sinclair. I need you to come back to the
Chapter one hundred and twelve; the good state Chris pulled up to the parking lot of the antique store, the sun casting a warm glow over the building as he stepped out of his car. The store was quaint and unassuming, nestled between a bakery and a florist. He had been meaning to drop by for a while now, but today, he was driven by an unexpected curiosity.He had been handling his affairs with a renewed sense of purpose lately, and as part of that, he wanted to keep an eye on anything that might cross paths with his ongoing issues. His visit was purely casual, but as he entered the store, his eyes immediately caught sight of something that made his heart race.The store was filled with an assortment of antiques and collectibles, each item meticulously arranged. Chris wandered through the aisles, his gaze sweeping over old furniture, vintage jewelry, and various curios. As he turned a corner, he saw a display case at the back of the store. Inside the case was a stunning statue that ins
Chapter one hundred and fourteen; A sparing fir answered Chris had finally tracked down the man who had been dealing with Miller and had likely come into possession of the statue. The rendezvous point was a private gym on the outskirts of town, where the man, known as Viktor, had agreed to meet him. Chris was eager to get answers but knew this would not be an easy conversation.As Chris approached the gym, he could see Viktor waiting outside, his imposing figure silhouetted against the setting sun. Viktor was a tall man with a muscular build, his demeanor confident and almost arrogant. He greeted Chris with a smirk, clearly enjoying the power he held over the situation."Chris Brown, right?" Viktor said, his voice a deep rumble. "I've heard a lot about you."Chris nodded, trying to keep his frustration in check. "I want to know where you got the statue from. It’s important."Viktor's smirk widened. "Oh, I see. You’re here to find out the truth. But I’m not just going to hand it over.
Chapter one hundred and fifteen; a new lead. Chris walked into the police station, clutching the USB drive with the recorded footage from his sparring match with Viktor. The drive held a crucial piece of evidence that he hoped would exonerate him in the ongoing investigation into the theft of the golden goddess statue. His determination was palpable as he approached the front desk, where Officer Daniels, a stern-looking man with a no-nonsense attitude, greeted him."Good afternoon, Officer Daniels," Chris said, trying to keep his voice steady. "I need to submit some evidence related to the statue theft case."Officer Daniels eyed Chris warily. "Evidence? We already have a lot of that. What makes this so important?"Chris took a deep breath, trying to remain calm despite his frustration. "I recently had a sparring match with a man named Viktor, who sold the statue to a loan shark. I recorded the entire conversation, and I believe it proves that I was not involved in the theft."The