Chapter 145

On the next day, she was planning to hit up a jewelry shop to get the lowdown on this emerald pendant and who it really belongs to. Eight in the morning the next day.

Thalassa rolled out of bed, put on some clothes, and freshened up.

Even though the villa was brand new, all the furniture had been set up already, bed and bedding included. Their old furniture and daily necessities had all been put in their places, doing their thing.

Thalassa’s bed and bedding were still the same as before, but the room’s walls had gone from being old and shabby to sturdy white ones.

Last night felt both familiar and strange, but all in all, she slept like a log.

Last night, Evelyn bunked with Atticus and Dorian in one room, while Astrid shared with Elowen and Sophia in another.

Back in the day, their house only had two rooms, and every time they came home, Thalassa and the four kids had to squeeze into one bed. It was a tight fit; even turning over on bed was a challenge.

Here, with more rooms, the kids could sleep better, and she could stretch out more.

Maybe because it was so comfy. Evelyn, Astrid and the kids were still out like a light.

Thalassa peeked into their rooms, saw them all fast asleep, and a smile played on her lips. She didn’t disturb them, quietly shutting the door.

She was holding the emerald pendant, ready to head to a jewelry appraisal shop in town to find out who the real owner was.

Heading to the front gate, she opened the door and immediately saw two strapping men standing there.

They were wearing police uniforms, caps and all. Cops!

Thalassa was taken aback, blinked, and said, “Good morning. Who are you looking for?”

“Is this Thalassa’s home?” one of the cops asked officially.

Thalassa nodded, “Yes, it is.”

“We’re looking for Thalassa,” the other cop said.

A puzzled Thalassa replied, “That’s me. What can I do for you?”

Hearing this, the two cops exchanged a look, then they showed Thalassa their badges, “We’re the police from Hollowbrook. We received a report that you’ve been stealing. We need you to come with us to the station.”

“Stealing? Are you sure you’ve got the right person?” Thalassa’s eyes nearly popped out of her head.

The cop spotted the emerald pendant in her hand, and said, “Hand over what you’ve got there.”

Thalassa handed over the pendant.

One cop took a look, and said, “This emerald pendant is what you stole.”

Caught red-handed!

The other cop immediately slapped the handcuffs on Thalassa and put her in the cop car.

Thalassa felt wronged, panicked and at a loss.

The cop car drove off with her.

The early risers in the village were stunned to see Thalassa being taken away by the police.

All of them were guessing that Thalassa was able to build such a big villa in such a short time because she had been breaking the law, stealing stuff, and that’s how she got rich quick.

And she had the nerve to claim that it was a model home built for her by a developer. She hadn’t told a single truth.

As the police drove off, Greta was telling the onlookers how terrible Thalassa was.

At the police station, Thalassa was being questioned.

She tried to explain, “I didn’t steal this emerald pendant. I bought it for three hundred bucks. I have the transfer record, you can check.” She showed the transfer record with Greta to the police.

The cop said, “This emerald pendant is real and worth twelve hundred dollars. You couldn’t have bought it for three hundred. Plus, each emerald pendant has a certificate. If you bought it, where’s your certificate?”