In reality, Jacob wouldn't usually be this bold, but he dared to run his mouth against the air marshal because twenty million was just too much money.

Money emboldens, just like alcohol—while one wouldn't even mouth off for a couple thousand, one would murder for a million.

And they were talking about twenty million here!

Moreover, Jacob's rightful twenty million was going to his enemy, which incensed him further!

Still, Elaine's words quickly calmed him because there was no scenario in which he would come up on top if he ended up behind bars.

Elaine had been imprisoned for three days and ultimately ended up leaving with a broken leg.

Heaven knows what would happen if he ended up arrested for fourteen days.

With that in mind, he stopped arguing with the air marshall and returned to his seat, dejected.

Clenching Elaine's hand, tears of grief rolled down his cheeks as he asked feebly, "What should I do now, dear? I thought it was junk and sold it for 300 thousand but it's actual