“Yes, that’s right! Miss Emily had prepared tons of signed photos, but this man snatched them away.”

With the two of them playing in perfect sync, I instantly became the public enemy.

Even through the barricades, I could feel the searing hostility of the fans, their eyes practically wishing to tear me apart alive.

Seeing the situation spiral out of control, the airport security officer hurried over and pulled me aside.

“Mr. Stone, for your own safety, I suggest… you take a different exit.”

This time, before I could even speak, one of the nearest fans suddenly turned and shouted to the crowd.

“Don’t let this guy get away! He must have Emily’s autographed photos in his bag!”

With that roar, hundreds of fans surged over the barricades and charged straight toward me.

Their target was clear—my briefcase.

“Stop right now!” I shouted.

“There’s nothing in here but classified documents—no autographs at all!”

But no matter how I explained, the fans wouldn’t listen. They lunged at me like a pack of wild dogs.

Seeing the chaos before me, even I felt a flicker of panic.

If those files were destroyed, my five years of work would all go to waste.

“Emily, tell your fans to stop!” I yelled.

“My briefcase contains top-secret national documents—any damage is unacceptable!”

Emily, however, remained unmoved. With her hands on her hips, she watched gleefully, as if savoring my predicament.

Just then, my phone suddenly rang inside my pocket.

The moment I saw the caller ID, I felt a wave of relief.

Without a second thought, I answered on speaker, right in front of everyone.

“Mr. Lee, please help me!”

Hearing the panic in my voice, Mr. Robert Lee immediately sensed trouble.

“Mr. Stone, what happened? Weren’t you already on the plane?”

“Don’t tell me the U.S. detained you?”

“Don’t worry, I’ll contact the embassy right away. They won’t dare touch you!”

Clutching my phone, panting heavily, I replied:

“Mr. Lee, my flight landed safely.”

“The problem is, I’m trapped here at JFK, and the project files are in danger—any second they could be destroyed!”

“What!?”

Mr. Lee’s furious outburst nearly rattled the phone in my hand.

“Mr. Stone, tell me you’re not joking!”

“You’re a national hero with presidential-level recognition. Who would dare hold you back?”

Dodging the charging fans, I answered breathlessly.

“Mr. Lee, would I ever joke about something like this?”