Chapter 280 Mason''s Trap


    Brittany’s mockingugh 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-dor 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 p 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 tond a contract for tiling a public restroom was


    due to his fake engineering qualification, which was costlier—at three thousand dors—because it


    involved more intricacies.


    Brittany nced at the certificate and burst intoughter, immediately mocking Mason for his low-


    quality fake. “Mason, faking documents might be your expertise, but this fake certificate isn’t very


    impressive. Look at the fuzzy edges on this seal.”


    “Who says my certificate is fake? It’s genuine! See, it even has a QR code issued by the American


    Antiquities Appraisal Center. Don’t believe me? Just scan it.”


    After scanning the QR code with her phone, Brittany was directed to the center''s webpage.


    Following the verification code input, the result appeared. Shockingly, the certificate seemed


    legitimate. However, the image of the vase on the certificate was too blurry for a directparison,


    yet, at a nce, it didn’t seem far off from the actual item. Despite only spending thirty dors,


    Mason’s counterfeit guy was quite the professional, even supporting online verification.


    The certificate was actually a switched license—a deceptive practice where the QR code leads to


    the certificate for a different vase.


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    Emily, her pride swelling, waved the certificate triumphantly at Brittany. “See? The certificate can be


    verified on the official website. Now you can''t keep questioning its authenticity, can you? So, can


    you finally admit that my husband''s vase is worth a million?”


    Brittany was lost for words and could only turn to Daniel for support. “Country boy, you said this


    vase was fake, didn’t you? Since you imed it’s fake, go ahead and bring forth the evidence to


    prove it!”


    “The vase is indeed fake; it’s artificially aged and done rather poorly at that. The method to prove it’s


    fake is quite simple, just remove the outeryer that''s been aged and you''ll see its true nature.


    However, the vase isn''t mine; it''s a gift from Mason to the old man. Therefore, I can''t damage it!”


    Mason sensed an opportunity and swiftly set a trap for Daniel. “Country boy, if you’re so sure it’s


    artificially aged, go ahead and show us. But if you fail to prove it''s a counterfeit, you owe me a


    million!”