"You are the actor he hired? Don't play dumb with me! You want to blackmail me with a bunch of junks? That doesn't make sense! The legal department of Lancaster Consortium is no pushover!"
The leader was stunned for a second, then burst into laughter.
"Do you know what those parts are made of? How dare you say that?"
"Those are aerospace engineering parts! They all use the latest technology!"
After that, everyone including Vivienne laughed.
"Hahaha, are you crazy? Hypochondria? Aerospace engineering, and he's just a poor guy driving a Ford Transit Van?"
"I'm so scared, I almost peed my pants. How about you fly the space shuttle out for us to see?"
"What, you don't dare anymore? You're silent? Grant, the actors you found are no good!"
The leader spoke after ten seconds:
"I have contacted the Federal Space Security Bureau and the local garrison. I will grant you your wish!"
After hanging up the phone, Vivienne's mocking voice could no longer be suppressed.
"Theo, you didn't tell me before you got married that there was a mental illness in your family. It can't be hereditary, right?"
I laughed too, but it was a sneer.
"We'll know who's sick soon."
Vivienne simply rolled her eyes.
"It's a waste of time. Let's get married first."
The wedding march was just halfway through when the buzz of a helicopter was suddenly heard outside.
