Seeing that comment, Elaine promptly turned to Jacob, "Dear, I don't think they made it up. It says the antique was treated like a Renaissance forgery and sold for 300 thousand to the dealer, but it actually was medieval and sold first thing this morning."

Jacob's mind seemed to fade entirely in an instant, and he dropped his glass of champagne before he knew it, wetting his trousers.

Elaine quickly pulled out a towel to wipe it, exclaiming, "What's wrong?! Why did you wet your pants?!"

Then, realizing that Jacob's eyes and mouth were gaping wide while he sat frozen stiff almost as if he were dead, she promptly shook him, "What's gotten into you, Jacob? Are you alright?"

As Jacob came to his senses, his eyes were suddenly blood-red.

Suddenly on his feet, he bellowed in fury, "Fuck! My twenty million! Open the door! Open it right now! I'm getting off this plane!"

The cabin crew and the other passengers were all shocked by his sudden bellow, and Elaine was just as confused. "Your t