Titus jerked up from the hospital bed as he heard of jail. He was not ready to go to jail. He had his son in rehab already and his wife was going insane slowly with worry, his daughter was beside herself, and the last thing he needed was to stay behind bars too, it would shatter his family for good. "I can't go to jail, master, please." He said, his tone pleading. Jeremy shook his head, "That's not my choice to make, it's yours, you have twenty-four hours to give me the information I need or I will be dragging your ass to court," he said and then turned to leave the room. "Please wait!" Titus called out, he came down from the bed despite the doctor's stern warning that he should rest and recover fully before being discharged the next day. "Please, you can't make me go to jail, I'll do anything!" He begged his knees on the floor. Jeremy sighed, he hated seeing humans like this, beggarly, pleading for mercy when they dug their graves with their greed and then thought that someone e

Jeremy was shocked to hear him say that, but he schooled his facial expression and did not give away his surprise. He simply shrugged, "What do you want?" He asked with a nasty glare. Eugene tossed a piece of paper at him but Jeremy did not make any move to grab it from the table. "That's something for a man like you, get it and stay off the case." He said and nodded at the cheque. That was when Jeremy stretched to pick it up. It was a check for 500 million dollars. He laughed at a loud and boisterous sound. Then he turned to the man and shook his head, "If you think that a few dollars will take me off the case then maybe you're more stupid than I have you credit for," he blurted. "How dare you talk to me in that manner?! Do you know what it means to be the lord of the Jason family?" Eugene asked, angry. Jeremy smiled, he had done his research, he knew that a new lord was being appointed after the former had passed on many years ago. The pictures of the new lord were nowhere to b

"What? You won't say anything, cat caught your tongue?" Sinclair below at him, his fist slamming on the table angrily. "How did you know about the parcel?" Jeremy asked, he had been very careful, he'd spoken to no one about it, no one but Hanson, was it possible that Sinclair was communicating with Hanson? He wondered and immediately banished the thought from his head, it was very less likely. "It is my fucking office, do you think anything happens around here without my knowing about it? After the stupid move that Joseph made the other night, I could never be naive enough to let my office or the entire premises stay unguarded. Jeremy had nothing to say in his defense, it was obvious that Sinclair had found out about the parcel, and he wasn't so happy that he had hidden it from him. "So, let me tell you what exactly was playing in your head, you think I have something to hide and that was why you decided to hijack a delivery made right in front of my office, and you couldn't even

Jeremy Harrison had not been to a party in a very long time, he could not even imagine what he would wear to it. Earlier that day, about a few minutes before his lunch break, he had received a letter which was an invitation to a charity auction after-party. The world of the rich was funny in its own right, as much as he found the idea of a charity auction ridiculous, especially considering that the money raised often never got to see the less privileged it was intended for, by was rather hijacked by the very organizers, the idea of an after party was even much more absurd. But Jeremy had quickly called Sinclair to tell him about the invitation he received, the man advised him to go to the party, "Trust me you can't afford to miss this, whoever invited you wants you to see something and you are going to meet with a lot of influential people too, who knows who else you might need in this battle?" With that single advice, Jeremy had arrived home early from work to prepare for the char

Jeremy tried to calm Ella that night and managed to take her home. She was still shaking when he took her into the car, "Where did you get that?" He asked but all she did was shake her head and look at him in terror. She was terrified, she couldn't speak, and her limbs shook. Jeremy looked over at her, she didn't appear visibly hurt, her dress was intact, and so was her hair. Apparently, all that was wrong was the box in her hand. "Do you know who gave it to you?" He asked and Ella shook her head wildly, she couldn't even place their face. "I don't... I...I don't know them," she stuttered, looking about the car like she expected someone to jump out from the backseat and harm her. "Did they say anything to you? A name maybe?" He asked and she shook her head wildly again. "They didn't say anything, I...I was just inside when I received a call and then I stepped out to answer it because the volume was a little high and I couldn't hear anything," she began to explain and Jeremy immed