Julian: Who did you call, Victoria?[cite: 1]
Victoria: Someone who actually owns this house[cite: 1].
Evelyn: Stop her! Grab that phone right now!
The lead bodyguard lunged toward the table, reaching for Victoria's arm[cite: 1]. Before he could touch her, the glass dining room doors shattered into a thousand glittering pieces[cite: 1]. Heavy tactical boots stomped through the debris, the sharp crunch of glass filling the room[cite: 1].
Five men in dark tailored suits stepped inside, flanked by armed security officers in full uniform[cite: 1]. At the head of the group stood an older man with silver hair and a terrifyingly stern face[cite: 1].
Evelyn: Arthur? What are you doing here?!
Arthur: Protecting my daughter's estate from thieves[cite: 1].
Julian: Your daughter? Victoria... you told me your father died years ago![cite: 1]
Victoria: I lied to see if you actually loved me, Julian[cite: 1]. You failed[cite: 1].
Arthur walked past the frozen bodyguards, his eyes fixed on the blood dripping onto the white dinner plate. His jaw tightened with raw anger as he stepped beside the table[cite: 1].
Arthur: You put your hands on my child in her own dining room[cite: 1].
Julian: Sir, listen to me! This is a misunderstanding![cite: 1]
Arthur: A misunderstanding? Look at her face!
Arthur raised his hand, gesturing to his chief of security. Two armed guards stepped forward instantly, seizing Julian by both arms and shoving him to his knees on the glass-strewn floor[cite: 1].
Julian: Hey! Let go of me! Do you know who I am?![cite: 1]
Security Chief: You're a man whose stock portfolio drops to zero in five minutes, sir.
Evelyn: You can't do this! We have political connections in this city!
Arthur: I buy politicians for breakfast, Evelyn. Check your phone.
Evelyn's hands trembled as she reached for her purse, pulling out her jewel-encrusted phone. Her screen was lit up with twenty panicked notifications from her bank and her personal lawyer.
Evelyn: My... my accounts are frozen?
Arthur: Every single cent. The mortgage on this mansion, the trust fund you tried to steal, the offshore holdings—all locked under a federal injunction[cite: 1].
Victoria: I told you, Evelyn. You shouldn't have invited me to dinner[cite: 1].
Victoria slowly pushed herself off the table, wiping a smear of blood from her jaw with the back of her gold dress[cite: 1]. Her hand reached into her bag once more, pulling out a thick set of legal folders.
Julian: Victoria... please, sweetheart, let's talk about this privately![cite: 1]
Victoria: We're done talking, Julian[cite: 1]. These are divorce papers and a full surrender of your company shares[cite: 1].
Julian: I won't sign it! You can't force me![cite: 1]
Arthur: You can sign it here... or you can sign it in a federal holding cell for domestic assault and corporate fraud[cite: 1].
Julian looked up at the armed guards standing behind Arthur, then over at his mother, who was currently slumping against the glass wall in total defeat[cite: 1].
Julian: Give me the pen[cite: 1].
Victoria: Good boy[cite: 1].
Victoria dropped the pen onto his lap, her cold smile never fading for a single second.