Clara clutched her rounded stomach dramatically, leaning into Julian's side with a theatrical sigh of exhaustion.
Clara: Oh, Julian, the stress of dealing with these bitter outsiders is giving me contractions.
Julian: Just ignore her, my love. She's just furious that her own divorce settlement left her with nothing.
Elena: My divorce settlement is the least of your worries, Julian. Check your corporate escrow accounts.
Julian: My escrow accounts are fully secured by three different international banks.
Elena: They were frozen by federal marshals ten minutes before we walked through those doors.
Clara sneered, placing both hands protectively over her midsection while flashing a venomous grin across the room.
The pregnant woman strokes her belly with a smug smile, mocking the woman in blue.
Clara: You pushed your own son away. My child inherits everything.
Elena: Your child? Is that what you're calling a silicone pouch filled with warm water?
Clara's smile faltered for a fraction of a second before she recovered her arrogant composure.
Clara: Listen to this delusional woman! She's completely losing her mind out of jealousy!
Julian: Security, escort her out right now! I'm pressing full criminal charges for harassment!
Elena: I wouldn't move an inch, Julian, unless you want your entire guest list to watch your wife deflate.
Clara: Stop talking nonsense! You're just a bitter ex-wife trying to steal our spotlight!
Elena: A spotlight built on forged medical records and fake pregnancy pillows won't last very long under hot stage lights.
Murmurs rippled through the front rows of seated guests as people began noticing the unusual stiffness of Clara's dress.
Board Member: Wait a minute... didn't her due date change three times in the last month?
Julian: Quiet down! Everyone ignore her slanderous lies!
Will Elena's bold confrontation pierce through the wall of arrogance surrounding the Vance family fortune?
Elena: Let's test just how real that heir actually is.