Julian: What is going on out there? Who let this old man inside?
Victoria: Excuse me! This is a private family event! You can't just barge in here!
Arthur: Shut your mouth before I shut it for you, Victoria!
Victoria: How dare you talk to me like that in my own party hall!
Arthur stepped directly into her personal space, his chest heaving with furious breath. He swung his arm back with full force and slapped Victoria forcefully across the face with a loud, violent crack.
Victoria stumbled back three steps, clutching her red, burning cheek in absolute horror and shock as her silver champagne glass crashed onto the floor.
Victoria: YOU SLAPPED ME?! YOU CRAZY OLD MAN, YOU SLAPPED ME!
Julian: HEY! What the hell is wrong with you?! Touch my mother again and I'll—
Turning instantly with unyielding rage, Arthur didn't wait for him to finish. He turned toward Julian's young wife, Chloe, who had thrown the cake at Clara earlier, and slapped her hard across the face as well.
Chloe stumbled sideways into Julian, grabbing her burning cheek in complete shock as a wave of terrified gasps rippled through the guests.
Chloe: Julian! He hit me! He hit me in front of everyone!
Julian: Are you out of your mind?! Who the hell do you think you are?!
Arthur pointed a stern, commanding finger directly at Julian, Victoria, and Chloe. His powerful voice boomed across the entire sunlit hall, shaking the glass chandeliers overhead.
Arthur: NEVER HUMILIATE MY DAUGHTER AGAIN! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!
Julian: Your house?! This is the Sterling Grand Estate! My family rented this venue!
Arthur: Your family rented nothing, Julian! The check your mother wrote bounced two hours ago!
Victoria: That's a lie! I have millions in my trust fund account!
Arthur: You had millions until eight o'clock this morning, Victoria. Before I revoked your family's line of credit!
Julian stared at Arthur, his face draining of all color as he looked at the expensive navy suit, the gold signet ring on Arthur's finger, and the two security guards standing at attention by the door.
Julian: Wait... gold signet ring... Arthur Vance? The CEO of Vance International Holdings?
Arthur: That is correct, Julian. The man you called a broke construction worker.
Victoria: Arthur Vance...? No... Clara said her father worked in building supplies!
Clara: I said my father built his company from the ground up, Victoria. You just chose not to listen because you were too busy looking down on me.
Arthur: I built the hotel chain that owns this estate, this land, and the car you drove here in today.
Chloe: Julian... what is he talking about? Is he really Arthur Vance?!
Julian: Mr. Vance... please... there's been a massive misunderstanding here!
Arthur: There is no misunderstanding, Julian. You covered my daughter and my granddaughter in food and tried to ruin a child's birthday.
Victoria: It was a joke! A family prank! We were just teasing her!
Arthur: I don't find cruelty funny, Victoria. And neither will your bank manager when he calls you in ten minutes.