Hilda was standing over a mini bridge. Below was a clear lake, the surface rippling with the soft wind. Beside her stood Gilbert, his hands shoved in his pockets. She hadn't felt any better in a very long time. Her eyes sparkled with excitement and her hands held the banister of the small bridge a little too tightly. "He will be here any moment now, Mother," Gilbert said, mirroring his mother's excitement. Hilda nodded at her son, she was quite sure that their guest would come. "Oh I am pretty sure he will come, I have made him an offer even the angels can't resist," Hilda replied with a smile. "That's blasphemy, mother," Gilbert reminded her dutifully. Hilda merely smiled and shrugged, "Not when I'm telling the truth, Eugene and I have been able to convince him that the only way to remain in the city or indeed the land of the living is to partner with us," She said, her tone mischievous. Gilbert laughed, he trusted his mother when he came to negotiations, like she rightly said, sh

Hilda stumped the length of the room furiously, her eyes thin slits of rage. She couldn't get her feet to stop moving and it was giving Eugene a headache. "Will you stop moving, you're making me dizzy and it's not helpful," he said. Hilda glared at him, she was looking for a way to vent, but then she knew Eugene couldn't be her target, she was still pretending to be cordial with him. "This is very frustrating, Eugene, can you believe that boy? He came and destroyed our entire plan," she said and groaned loudly. Eugene nodded, it was obvious that Bradford wanted to renegotiate and that was all thanks to Jeremy's interference. "Maybe we should have been more careful with the meeting, like last time," he said. "You think this is my fault? I did everything as we agreed, I didn't call him, I didn't text him, I dropped a message to him by the delivery man and he showed up there, how on earth did he get followed!" She snapped, sighing at all the failed efforts. "Maybe he wasn't the one

The days were growing even warmer in California and Jeremy wondered if the concept of global warming was going to be the only thing reported on the news. Even as he sat, he could hear the reporter croon on and on about saving the planet. "But we've ruined it already, not like we can just give it some antibiotics to make it all go away," he commented dryly as he watched the news. Sinclair who was right beside him was a little more concerned and began to give him a lecture on how to stop emissions and save the environment. Speaking of saving, Jeremy was reminded that he wanted Sinclair back at his firm and saved from the scorn of the other partners. He deserved a happy life and he didn't have to be hurt just because they were friends. "How's the renovations at the firm going?" He asked and Sinclair nodded, "It's going smoothly," he replied vaguely, not really what he wanted to hear. "I don't think that's a positive response, Sinclair, what's going on?" He asked with a frown. "Liste

The Kingston mansion looked the same as it had for all the times that he'd visited. But Jeremy could almost smell the excitement in the air as he stepped into the living room. Even the servants who were a little weary didn't even ask them who they came to see, they simply asked him in and gave him a seat and two glasses of the best champagne. "Is it just me or you can smell something different around here?" Jeremy asked as he looked around the room. "Yeah, the staff aren't as uppity as they usually are," Sinclair noted. Jeremy laughed, so he was right, they did look a little easy that day. Shortly after, another maid came and asked them to go to the dining hall and have a proper lunch. "I'm not ready to have the last supper," Sinclair replied meaningfully and the maid frowned and walked off. "What's with the niceties?" Jeremy asked just as Hilda came down from the stairs and walked into the room. "Can't you be a gentleman and enjoy a little luxury?" She asked as she took a seat

Hanson reached out to Jeremy the following day with the most scary information. He had found his strange withdrawal from the lord's account three years ago, and the withdrawal was meant using a one-time token. A whooping amount of $300 million had been taken from the account but since then nothing else had been removed. First of all Jeremy had no idea that the lord still had a dormant account. He would have thought that Hilda at least his own son Gilbert would be his next kin and take over all his wealth since he was gone - or was he? Sadly, no member of the Kingston family had access to lord Kingston's personal finances. So everything Hilda was spending on the case was strictly from her own pocket, no wonder she invested in the charity events like her life depended on it - in a way it did.Jeremy arrived home early at that day, there was little work to do at the office and Bob left him with a few papers to sign but that was about it. He had to quickly change up and follow the lead