Chapter hundred four

A few days later, Jeremy was seated beside Sinclair at an exquisite furniture store. It was filled with all kinds of expensive and foreign leathers that looked good enough to eat.

The wooden pieces were so neatly polished they looked like granite. Each furniture cost a lot of money and Sinclair laughed as Jeremy led him inside.

"Are you kidding me? This place costs a fortune, you can't possibly think I'll buy anything from here." He said as they went to the sitting area and sampled the sofas.

"I wasn't asking, I want you to have some," Jeremy said he didn't know how else to make the lawyer understand how sorry he was for what had happened to his company. Jeremy could not shake the guilt away no matter how much he tried. He believed it was his fault that Sinclair had been targeted.

"Come on, Jeremy, I've said this before, the fire wasn't your fault, Hilda would have done it anyways, she's always believed I was betraying her for not taking sides with her after the lord's disappearan