Chapter hundred fifteen

Jeremy Harrison smiled as he got out of the car, his eyes set on a high building that looked to be a factory. He could not believe he'd been looking for one man for so many days.

"Are you sure I'm at the right place?" He asked Hanson who was on the phone with him.

"Yes, it's the noodles factory down south, right?" He asked and Jeremy confirmed, "I know what you're thinking."

"Yeah, I was expecting a Kingston to be better off, if he's working in some factory then he should either own it or something close, but no, he's just a shift worker," Jeremy said as he pulled on his hat and moved down the steep path to the factory.

He'd parked his Bentley a good distance away, hoping not to draw so many eyes to himself but even as he went down the path, he could see a few workers stop by and stare at him, maybe his suit?

Jeremy had just finished up from the office when he arrived at the factory, he wished he had the time to change into something more plain - maybe a T-shirt and a pair of jea