Chapter 280 Mason's Trap

Brittany’s mocking laugh rang out again in response to Mason’s weak attempt at justification. “Heh. So, Mason, just a moment ago, you yourself produced an invoice to demonstrate the authenticity and the supposed million-dollar value of this vase. Now you’re saying the truth of the invoice doesn’t matter. Do you hear yourself? Your statements basically imply you haven’t said a single true thing; I don’t even know what to say to that. Don’t you have any sense of shame?” With a slap of his hand, Mason produced an appraisal certificate. “This vase has an appraisal certificate, certified by the American Antiquities Appraisal Center. It’s the most official certification body there is! Anything they verify as authentic is the real deal!” Of course, Mason’s certificate was as fake as it gets, acquired for thirty bucks from a counterfeit specialist. Such dealings were his forte. The ability to land a contract for tiling a public restroom was due to his fake engineering qualification, which wa