Chapter 278 Brittany's Plan

"Emily, what are you implying? Your husband is a big boss, handling major city projects? What are

you talking about? Don’t think I don’t know he’s just a small team leader with a bit of clout at City

Hall who’s got a contract to patch up a public restroom wall," Brittany retorted.

Being from the same city, how could Brittany be unaware of Emily's real situation?

Once the truth was out, Emily was, of course, livid. "So what if he repairs public restrooms? Public

restroom projects are also significant works, costing millions to build. A single restroom remodeling

contract can earn him tens of millions. Yes, my husband repairs public restrooms, correct. But he's

capable of presenting a grandpa with a centuries-old vase worth a million dollars as a birthday gift!

And what about your boyfriend? What does he do? Is he in the business of selling fake liquor?

Otherwise, why would he bring two bottles of fake liquor as a birthday gift?"

Brittany knew Daniel's bottles weren't valuable, but she was also certain that Mason's vase was a

fake. Could a guy who only drove a BMW X1 and took on a small contract for tiling a public

restroom's outer walls, leading a few laborers, afford an antique worth a million dollars? What was

that, a joke?

Then it clicked for Brittany—this country boy was savvy about antiques, even more so than

Nicholas.

So, she decided to use Daniel to expose Mason's pretense. Pointing at the vase, she asked,

"Country boy, this is a vase from five hundred years ago, supposedly used by Chinese emperors,

and valued at one million dollars?"

"If that's true and each piece is indeed a million dollars, I'll take however many you have without

haggling. Even if it's not an emperor's personal item, any offical Chinese vase from five hundred

years ago would be worth at least five million each. If it was used by a Chinese emperor, it would be

worth at least fifty million dollars. After all, anything utilized by an emperor, even a chamber pot,

would be meticulously chosen and the best of the best."

Daniel's words sent Emily spiraling into fury. "What are you saying, country boy? Are you saying my

husband's vase is worth fifty million dollars?"

"I said if it was used by a Chinese emperor, it would be worth fifty million dollars. But this one you

have clearly isn't an imperial relic from China. Imperial items would bear their mark, I mean, they

would be stamped with their seal. Why don’t you see if this vase has any markings or seals of a

Chinese emperor?"

Emily picked up the vase and scrutinized it thoroughly, but she couldn't find any trace of a seal.

There weren't any at all. Emily was well aware of Mason's character and more so of their financial

situation. She hadn't even finished paying last month's credit card bill and was negotiating

installments with the bank, so she knew the vase wasn't worth a million dollars. She was unaware of

how much Mason had paid for it and hadn't asked—as far as she was concerned, it wasn't

necessary for an item costing a few tens or hundreds of dollars.

Even knowing it was fake, Emily couldn't admit it. So, she lied confidently, "Even if it's not used by

an emperor, it's still an antique from five hundred years ago."