Let Him Run Amok, He Regretted Everything

Chapter 3

On the third day around noon, a delivery guy appeared on the camera feed.

He rang the bell a few times with no answer.

"Weird. Said someone would be home," the delivery guy muttered, pulling out his phone to call.

Right then, the neighbor's door opened.

Jackson shot out like a cannonball, making a beeline for the large cardboard box.

"That's mine! My daddy bought that!"

The delivery guy was baffled. "Kid, this is addressed to Sandra Hayes in 301..."

"It is mine! My daddy's last name is Hayes!" Jackson started throwing a tantrum, clawing and pulling at the box, trying to drag it toward his door.

The box was too big and heavy for him.

Vincent finally strolled out. "Oh, that's the kids' climbing frame we ordered. Jackson's been begging for one, so I got it for him. Hey, delivery guy, bring it in, would you?"

The delivery guy eyed the shipping label skeptically. "But it says here that..."

"I said it's ours, so it's ours!" Vincent suddenly raised his voice. "You're just the delivery guy, what's it to you? Get it inside, or I'm filing a complaint!"

The delivery guy hesitated.

I knew what he was thinking. 'Why ask for trouble? As long as someone signs for it.'

Sure enough, after a few seconds, he gave in. "Then... then sign here, please."

Vincent scrawled the letter "H" on the pad and directed the guy to carry the box into his apartment.

The camera captured the entire exchange.

I zoomed in and read the shipping label clearly.

It was my order—an eighty-six thousand leather sofa.

Perfect. Just perfect.

I wasn't even angry. I felt like laughing.

'Theft of property. A high-value theft at that. That was way more serious than glue on a doorknob.'

I saved that footage, then dialed the furniture company.

"Hello, my sofa order was fraudulently intercepted. Yes, I have full video evidence. No, I don't need a replacement. I'll be pursuing this legally."

Hanging up, I called my lawyer next.

"Davis, I've emailed you the materials. Yes, the evidence is solid. No rush. We'll handle it when I'm back."

With that done, I leaned back in my chair, watching the feed of their now-closed door.

'Wonderful. As I've thought, with people like them, nothing was off the table.'