Julian fell back onto the sofa as if he had been punched in the gut, his breathing coming in ragged, shallow gasps.
Julian: My father... ousted from the firm? That's impossible. He owns forty percent of the voting shares!
District Attorney Sterling: Not after Karen surrendered her thirty percent stake to the board of directors this afternoon.
Julian turned his head slowly, looking at Karen with absolute horror in his eyes.
Julian: You... you surrendered your voting shares?
Karen: My father left those shares to me in his will, Julian. I kept them for ten years hoping you would grow up and become a decent man for our daughter.
Julian: You gave them to the board? To my rivals?!
Karen: I gave them to people who actually care about keeping this company alive, instead of using it as a personal piggy bank for gambling debts and country club memberships.
Julian: You ruined us! You destroyed my entire legacy in a single afternoon!
Karen: You destroyed yourself the second you let that woman put her hands on my child.
Officer Henderson clicked the handcuffs securely around Beatrice's wrists, making her burst into loud, pathetic tears.
Beatrice: Julian, please! I can't go to jail! My skin can't handle prison clothes!
Officer Henderson: Walk, ma'am. Move toward the front door.
Beatrice: You bastard! You told me you were a billionaire! You told me we were safe!
Beatrice spat right at Julian's feet as the trooper guided her out of the room, her high heels clicking frantically against the marble floor.
Julian: Thomas, listen to me man... we went to Yale together! We were in the same fraternity!
District Attorney Sterling: Which is why I know exactly how arrogant and sloppy you've always been with money, Julian.
Julian: I can pay back the three million! I'll sell the yacht! I'll sell the summer house in the Hamptons!
District Attorney Sterling: The bank placed an emergency lien on all your physical assets thirty minutes ago. You don't own the yacht anymore. You don't even own this house.
Julian looked around the grand marble living room, at the crystal chandeliers, the priceless oil paintings, and the white silk furniture, realization finally breaking over his face.
Julian: The bank... foreclosed?
District Attorney Sterling: The mortgage on this mansion was four months past due, Julian. You were paying the interest using stolen trust funds.
Karen: The bank transferred the deed to the trust fund an hour ago, Julian. Which means this house belongs to Lily now.
Julian: To a six-year-old child?!
Karen: To a six-year-old child whose mother is the sole court-appointed guardian of her estate.
Karen adjusted Lily in her arms, looking down at Julian with icy indifference.
Karen: Which means you are officially trespassing on my daughter's property.