Victoria: Don't you dare take another step toward me, Richard.
Richard: You should have thought about consequences before you touched my wife.
A medium shot tracking view showed the man forcefully slapping the woman in the maroon dress across the face after seeing the injured pregnant woman[cite: 1].
A resounding sound of a loud slap echoed through the grand hallway[cite: 1].
Victoria: Ah! You... you actually struck me!
Richard: That was for every tear Clara has shed under your tyrannical roof.
Victoria: You are going to pay dearly for that assault! I'll ruin you!
Richard: Ruin me? You're standing in handcuffs of your own making.
Victoria: I'll tell the police you attacked me unprovoked!
Richard: Go ahead and try telling that to the federal marshals.
Victoria: What are you talking about? Federal marshals don't care about family squabbles.
Richard: They care a great deal about embezzlement and corporate fraud.
Victoria's confident facade finally began to crack as color drained rapidly from her face.
Victoria: You... you audited my accounts?
Richard: Every single offshore transfer you made was flagged this morning.
Victoria: That's impossible... I encrypted the mainframe...
Richard: Nothing stays hidden forever in a house built on lies.
Clara let out a weak sigh of relief from the floor as the distant wail of sirens began to penetrate the thick glass windows.
Will Victoria's empire of deceit collapse entirely under the weight of true federal justice?
Clara: Richard... the sirens are getting closer...
Richard: I know, sweetheart. Help is right outside.
Victoria backed away toward the wall, her maroon dress stained with the tension of her impending downfall.
Can any amount of wealth buy her out of this absolute catastrophe?