Julian: Liquidated?! You can't just liquidate Sterling-Vance Enterprises without board approval!
Arthur Sterling: I own seventy percent voting shares, Julian. I am the board.
Margaret: This is illegal! We'll sue you! We'll take you to the Supreme Court!
Arthur Sterling: With what money, Margaret? Your personal accounts were frozen under federal fraud investigations an hour ago.
Clara: They thought they could leave me with nothing while they threw a lavish wedding celebration.
Margaret: You ungrateful little snake! You planned this all along!
Clara: I learned from the best. You taught me how to survive in a den of wolves.
Arthur stepped closer to Julian, raising his cane and resting the tip against the lapel of Julian's expensive tuxedo. The younger man froze, trembling violently under the billionaire's icy glare.
Arthur Sterling: You raised your voice at my daughter. You watched your mother shove her to the floor.
Julian: I panicked! My family's reputation was on the line!
Arthur Sterling: Your family's reputation is currently being shredded by federal marshals raiding your penthouse office.
Bride: Julian, what is he talking about?! What did you do with our money?!
Julian: Shut up, Chloe! Just keep your mouth shut!
Chloe: You said your family was wealthy! You said we were going to build an empire together!
Julian: We were! Until she ruined everything!
Arthur chuckled softly, a deep, chilling sound that echoed through the silent ballroom. He signaled to the lead bodyguard, who pulled a thick manila folder from his leather briefcase and held it out for everyone to see.
Arthur Sterling: Here are the wire transfer records proving Julian and his mother embezzled four million dollars from Clara's personal trust fund.
Margaret: Those are fake! Give those back!
Arthur Sterling: Copies have already been transmitted to the District Attorney's office. Federal agents are waiting outside the ballroom doors right now.