Victoria: Fraud investigator? What are you talking about?
Sarah: The manila folder in the study, Victoria. I didn't need to read it. I already knew what was inside.
Richard: You are bluffing. There is no investigation.
Sarah: I wore a wire in the study this morning, Richard. When you admitted to shredding the original will.
Richard: That is impossible. I swept you for recording devices!
Sarah: You checked my purse. You didn't check my pearl necklace.
Victoria: Richard, tell me she is lying.
Richard: She is lying! She doesn't have the resources to hire federal investigators.
Sarah: I didn't hire them. I just handed them the proof they needed to launch a criminal probe.
Victoria: Proof of what? We run a legitimate corporate enterprise.
Sarah: You run a massive embezzlement scheme using my father's charity foundation as a front.
Richard: Keep your voice down! The guests will hear you.
Sarah: I want them to hear me. I want everyone in this room to know who you really are.
Victoria: You stupid girl. You have ruined everything!
Sarah: I haven't even started yet.
Victoria's elegant face suddenly twisted into intense shock. Her eyes darted toward the entrance of the grand hall.
Victoria: Richard... look at the front doors.
Richard turned around. Three men in dark suits and windbreakers were walking past the security guards.
Richard: Who let them in? Where is the head of security?
Sarah: The head of security works for the true owner of this estate. He let them in.
Richard: I am the owner of this estate!
Sarah: Not anymore.
The lead agent walked straight toward the piano. He flashed a gold badge.
Agent: Richard Vance? Victoria Vance?
Richard: Yes, I am Richard. What is the meaning of this intrusion?
Agent: We have a federal warrant to search the premises and seize all financial hardware.
Victoria: You can't do this! We are hosting a charity gala for the mayor!
Agent: The mayor left out the back door five minutes ago, ma'am. He was tipped off.
Richard: This is a mistake. My lawyer will have your badges for this.
Agent: Your lawyer is currently in our custody downtown. He is cooperating fully.
Richard's face drained of all color. He dropped his champagne flute. It shattered on the marble.
Victoria: What did you do, Richard? You told me the paperwork was bulletproof!
Richard: Shut up, Victoria! Don't say another word without legal counsel.
Sarah: It is too late for that. The message on my phone? 'Both just confirmed it.'
Richard: Confirmed what?
Sarah: The offshore bank accounts. The forensic accountants just traced the wire transfers directly to your personal names.
Sarah slowly looked up from the floor. Her eyes burned with a defiant, angry gaze.