"Kingsley Global Group! Its market value is hundreds of billions! What did he say? Victoria can't afford to pay?"
"Oh, pitiful. He was broken off in public and couldn't afford to pay for the expensive watch. He must have a mental breakdown. Look at his tattered box. What valuable things can it contain? Antiques worth hundreds of thousands at most? In the eyes of the Kingsley Family, it's nothing!"
Victoria looked disgusted and said coldly,
"Ethan, do you know the market value of Kingsley Global Group? Do you know how much any property owned by Victoria is worth?"
"Don't even mention your little piece of porcelain. Even if there were ten boxes like yours filled with antiques, I would still..."
Before she could finish her words, I took out my cell phone and made a call.
It was a number that had no name stored in it, only a special code.
A few seconds later, the call was connected.
A calm and vicissitudes male voice came,
"Who?"
I had a blank expression on my face, and calmly and clearly read out the unique code engraved on the bottom of the porcelain, which symbolized its supreme identity.
"General Thorne, 'Artemis-9', shattered."
The other end of the line fell into deathly silence. After three full seconds, the steady voice suddenly rose, leaving only shock and unbelievable panic.
"What! What did you say? Artemis-9 broke? How is that possible! Where are you!?"
At this time, Blake sneered with disdain,
"Isn't it just a piece of broken porcelain? Stop trying to scare people with your tricks!"
"I'm still asking the heavens! I'm still asking the earth!"
"If you have the guts, confront me face to face!"
Seeing Blake's ignorant look, I was too lazy to pay attention to her, but instead reported my location as he wished.
"Newport Harbor City International Airport, Terminal 1, Exit A."
The General's voice on the other end of the phone had completely changed, with an almost roaring tone of command.
"Stay where you are, don't move an inch, protect the scene, and no one is allowed to approach that box!"
"Guards, immediately block Newport Harbor City Airport, highest alert!"
"Notify the top security officer at the airport, notify the top experts at the Cultural Heritage Bureau, immediately!"
Then the call was hung up.
But Victoria still didn't believe it.
She looked at me coldly, her eyes full of mockery.
"Ethan, have you acted enough?"
"You'll do anything to blackmail Blake!"
"I knew that my decision to break off the engagement with you was the right one! How could the Arlington Family, a family of scholars, raise such an uneducated son like you!"
Blake stood behind Victoria, his eyes full of pride.
"You really won't cry until you see the coffin. I want to see how you can continue this drama!"
"Now, even if you apologize publicly in the newspaper, it will be useless!"
The people watching were also talking at once, waiting to see me make a fool of myself.
But less than five minutes later, the shrill sound of sirens suddenly rang out from far away.
Not just one car, but a whole fleet.
"Everyone, get out of the way! Nonessential people, move back!"
Accompanied by stern rebukes, a team of guards armed with live ammunition, wearing special combat uniforms and carrying aerospace logos, rushed into the crowd at an alarming speed, instantly surrounding the entire airport.
All the onlookers turned pale and stepped back involuntarily.
Victoria, who was waiting to laugh at me just now, turned pale in an instant.
She stared at me, then looked at the overturned box at my feet, with cold sweat on her forehead.
The smile on Blake's face completely froze, replaced by confusion and fear.
At this moment, he finally realized that he had caused a terrible disaster!
