242: Chapter 242

Chapter 242

Harry and his friend, Mark, worked together to move many pieces of furniture from Hilda's house to the garage. It was almost winter, so the weather was quite cold, but that didn't stop them at all.2

Harry's mind was filled with the idea of seven or even ten thousand bucks! He imagined he didn't need to meet Mary for at least two months with that money!

He could spend his time with his real girlfriend, and they could go on a road trip this weekend, then they could either go to Paris and enjoy the beautiful winter there or go to Hawaii for warmer weather a month from now. 

Hilda got consecutive calls from potential buyers that saw her listing on Facebook and other online sites. She got busy telling them her exact address, and it only took about an hour for her first customer to come. 

It was a woman who wanted to buy an authentic Chinese vase. Mary didn't know the exact price, but when she said she would sell it starting from five grand, the buyer said yes immediately. 

Thus, Mary guessed the vase must've been worth a lot more. 

Well, she didn't care, though. 

She needed to sell them all quickly to get the money and resume her life with Harry. 

The woman parked her car behind Harry's car and came out with a big smile, "I'm here for the vase," she told Mary.

"I just cleaned it. You can check it first. This way, please," Mary said as she led the woman into the garage. They talked about the price, and as promised, the woman paid 5500 grand for the vase without question. Since the vase wasn't big, Mary and the buyer could easily carry it together and put it in the backseat of the buyer's car. 

The woman gave her the amount needed, and Mary counted the money in front of the buyer to make sure.

Little did they know the whole transaction had been witnessed by Bernard and his colleague, who had been spying on them from afar. They waited for the transaction to be done and then took a picture because they needed solid proof of Mary's trespassing and thievery. 

"Okay, let's arrest that old woman," Bernard said. He looked at his colleague and said, "Try to stop that woman who bought the vase just now. We need her testimony as well."

"Got it."

Mary was enjoying the fruit of her labor for a few minutes, but that joy soon vanished when she saw a police car approaching her house and Officer Bernard walking out of the car with a gesture that indicated he came with aggression. 

Mary quickly shoved the money into her pocket and walked towards him with a smile, "G—Good morning, Officer. Can I help you with something?"

"Uh-huh," Bernard said. He looked around and inquired, "Are you doing a garage sale?"

"Y—Yes, Sir, I need to get rid of a few things."

"I see…" 

Bernard walked into the garage uninvited, traced his finger to an Italian-made couch, and then to the antique grandfather clock with intricate design and gold dial inside. 

"You're going to sell this expensive stuff in a garage sale? Are you sure?" Bernard asked more. 

He knew the answer anyway but wanted to see how long Mary would stay strong until she broke down in tears.

"Yes, Officer, I'm sure," Mary tried to convince Bernard, though she doubted he would believe her so easily.

Mary wasn't blind, she knew that her reputation in this small town was probably the worst, but she didn't care. What was the point of listening to the neighbor's gossip? When they couldn't feed her stomach and make her boyfriend stay?

"I see," Bernard smiled. He turned around and faced the old lady who was hated by the community for various reasons. "Have you asked for the permission of the owner?"

Mary's eyes widened.

Her body trembled nervously, but she tried her best to look normal.

She nervously smiled and acted clueless, "W—What are you saying, Officer? This is all mine. Why do I have to ask for permission from others?" 

"Don't lie to me, Mary. We both know you don't have the money to afford this," Bernard said. 

"My son is a director! He has the money to buy me these!" Mary insisted. 

Normally, Bernard wouldn't say anything after that because everyone in the community knew that Matt was a director. At least, it was what Mary claimed.

But Bernard already knew the full truth because Kate called him last night to inform her in case Mary tried to bullshit her way through the law. 

"You also don't need to lie, Mary," Bernard said with a grin that stretched from ear to ear. "Your daughter-in-law confirmed it to me. She said you and your son earned money by blackmailing her with David Ross' newspaper clip from years ago. I have solid proof of everything, and though I cannot charge you for blackmailing because the one who did it is your son, I can arrest you for other crimes."

Bernard swept his gaze across the garage and pointed at Hilda's house, "Everything comes from that house, right? Kate is the one who bought everything to decorate her mother's house."

Mary's face paled instantly. 

She didn't expect Kate to be in cahoot with the Officer. She must've planned everything just to trap Mary.

Mary didn't know how Kate found out that she was selling her house's furniture, but she had to find a way out of this sticky situation! She didn't want to get arrested!

"H—Hilda is old. She told me to sell everything but probably forgot to tell her daughter about the garage sale. It's not my fault that Hilda starts to get dementia!" Mary said.

"Kate also told me that you have no contact with her. She restricts Hilda from being in contact with anyone, so there is no way she permits you to sell everything," Bernard took the handcuff from his back pocket and declared, "Mary Woods, you're under arrest for trespassing on private property and thievery."

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