Julian: You planned this from the very beginning, didn't you?[cite: 1]
Victoria: I didn't plan for you to throw me onto a table, Julian[cite: 1]. That was your own stupidity[cite: 1].
Julian: I lost my temper! You were refusing to sign the corporate merger![cite: 1]
Victoria: Because the merger was a scam to strip my family's foundation of its assets[cite: 1].
Julian's hand shook as he dragged the pen across the signature line of the divorce settlement[cite: 1]. Arthur snatched the folder from his hands the moment he finished writing[cite: 1].
Arthur: Escort him out to his car[cite: 1]. If he steps foot on this property again, shoot him.
Security Chief: Understood, sir. Move it, kid[cite: 1].
The guards hauled Julian up by his jacket, dragging him toward the ruined entrance[cite: 1]. Evelyn scrambled after him, her diamond necklace swinging wildly as she tried to dodge the broken glass on the floor[cite: 1].
Evelyn: Victoria, please! We can work out a settlement! My family status—[cite: 1]
Victoria: Your family status died ten minutes ago, Evelyn[cite: 1]. Get out of my house[cite: 1].
The dining room fell silent as the security team cleared the room, leaving only Arthur and Victoria standing among the wreckage[cite: 1]. Arthur pulled a silk handkerchief from his pocket, gently stepping over to his daughter[cite: 1].
Arthur: Hold still, sweetie. Let me wipe that off.
Victoria: I'm fine, Dad. It looks worse than it feels.
Arthur: You shouldn't have risked coming here alone[cite: 1]. He could have hurt you worse[cite: 1].
Victoria: I needed him to reveal his true colors in front of the board's hidden cameras[cite: 1].
Victoria pointed up at a small black smoke detector in the corner of the ceiling, a faint red light blinking softly[cite: 1].
Arthur: The stream was live?
Victoria: Every board member saw Julian slam me onto the table[cite: 1]. They've already voted to remove him as CEO[cite: 1].
Arthur: You really are my daughter[cite: 1].
Victoria: He thought I was just a trophy wife he could bully[cite: 1]. Now he has nothing[cite: 1].
A medic rushed in through the side doors carrying a silver first-aid kit.
Medic: Ma'am, let me clean that facial laceration right away.
Victoria: Go ahead. We have a press conference in one hour.
Arthur: Are you sure you want to go public so soon?
Victoria: I want the entire stock market to watch the company collapse before the opening bell[cite: 1].
She sat on an undamaged velvet chair, holding her head high as the medic tended to her cheek[cite: 1]. Her gold dress caught the light once more, no longer a symbol of submission, but a armor of victory[cite: 1].