Jeremy Harrison could feel the storm brewing even harder on the horizon, he could sense the real battle to come. With the Sinclair firm burnt to the ground, it didn't take a soothsayer to tell that Sinclair was out for blood and he would stop at nothing to bring whoever caused him such loss down. That evening, he'd made sure Sinclair got home safe and then sent some of his men to patrol stealthily around his house. He had to make sure his friend was alright. Although Jeremy didn't want to mention it, he felt guilty. Somehow he knew that Sinclair being on his side was the bone of contention. Maybe Eugene and Hilda felt like there was an advantage he had since Sinclair was his friend. But what they didn't know was that the man could only tell what he knew and from the time he'd spent with him, there was very little he could do to help anyone. Getting into trouble for his sake was something Jeremy hadn't quite expected. He should have been more careful when Hanson had warned him, but

Liam looked at him like he'd lost his mind - and maybe he had, but everyone was fighting dirty, everyone had lost their freaking mind! "Have you lost your mind?! You're sending me off to death!" Liam snapped at him, his eyes wide with shock. Jeremy remained calm, there was no way he was going to back down, not when he'd found the only person who could get him what he wanted. "It's not as risky as you think, you've been working with them for years, they trust you, all you have to do is get the documents, make a copy of it, and bring it to me, done." He replied. "You think it's that easy? You've got to be kidding me," Liam said and laughed at his tone, he'd been with the Kingston family for a very long time and he'd seen his brutal Hilda and his son could be, the last thing he wanted to do was get on their bad list. "This is suicide, you can't make me do it," Liam said firmly and shook his head, taking his seat with a terrified look on his face. "You'd rather throw your life away?"

Sinclair insisted on going with Jeremy to the meet-up point with Liam, Jeremy did not think it was such a good idea but he knew how badly Sinclair wanted to get to Hilda and be involved in the case - especially after the fire. They arrived a few minutes before midnight, Jeremy parked the car at the edge of the games reserve which Liam had picked out for their meeting. It was a tinted car and Sinclair sat right in the back seat. "I'll have a backup ready just in case this is a trap," Sinclair said as Jeremy turned off the ignition, Sinclair didn't trust the Kingston family one bit but Jeremy was more relaxed. "I don't think Liam will try to act funny, he has a lot at stake, as much as Hilda would try to get even with me and destroy the evidence, that's about all she can do," he said and then nodded at the car that was parked a few feet across, just at the other edge or the sidewalk. "But his life would be ruined, he could go to jail for even attempting to steal from Hilda, and trust

The room suddenly felt too small for Hilda Kingston. She'd picked out the best of banquet halls for the charity because she didn't need all that crowd at the Kingston estate, she knew too well how nosey people could get. But as she saw Jeremy she felt like the air was suddenly sucked out of the room and the ventilation was really poor. She gritted her teeth at the sight of him. Hilda disliked Jeremy. Not just because he was an heir of the inheritance too but because she'd never thought he would be such a thorn in her flesh. The first day that she'd heard about him, it was from one of her close associates who told her about a third partner who had suddenly surfaced and was struggling for the inheritance too. At first, Hilda had simply waved the man off and said she had better things to discuss, after all, Jeremy was just a boy and couldn't stand the heat. But a few weeks later, she learned about his involvement with Sinclair and knew that maybe it was time to get rid of him, but even

Ella Coatas walked right beside Jeremy as he left the party that night. She hadn't come in any of her father's cars or with a driver, so Jeremy offered to take her home. "You don't have to, I can call one of the drivers to come take me." She said, her eyes cast down. Jeremy shook his head, there was no way he was going to let her go home by herself after the scene with Gilbert. He looked at her again and sighed. Recently, Ella was beginning to seem like a scum magnate. First, it was Matthew and now she'd somehow got to know another bastard too - Gilbert. "You don't have to feel responsible for me, I can go home on my own," she said firmly. Ella was not used to being told what to do or treated like a child. She hated the times that Jeremy had to save her from one trouble or the other. She couldn't wait to go home and forget about the horrible night. "This ain't up for any debate, Ella, please get in the car and let me take you home," Jeremy said firmly, his voice a little harsh. As