Victoria: Get out of my house! Get out before I have my men drag you out!
Clara: Your house? That's the most tragic part of this whole evening, Victoria.
Victoria: What are you talking about? This estate has been in the Vance family for thirty years!
Clara: It was in the Vance family until your late husband defaulted on his corporate loan four years ago.
Victoria's hands began to shake visible as she leaned heavily against the edge of the dining table.
Clara: Sterling Properties bought out the mortgage debt to save this place from foreclosure. Your family doesn't own this mansion. You lease it month-to-month from my father's trust fund.
Julian: Mom... is that true? We don't own the estate?
Victoria: Shut up, Julian!
Clara: She's been living on credit and fake prestige while paying rent to my father's asset manager every single month.
Just then, the heavy double doors of the dining room swung open, and a tall man in a tailored dark suit stepped inside, accompanied by two police officers in uniform.
Richard: Good evening, Victoria.
Clara: Dad.
Richard: I was monitoring the cloud security system from my car outside. I saw the physical assault on my daughter.
Victoria: Richard... Mr. Sterling... this is a private family misunderstanding!
Richard: You just slapped a senior partner of Sterling Law and my only daughter. There is no misunderstanding here.
Officer: Victoria Vance? You are under arrest for simple assault and battery. Hands behind your back, please.
Victoria: You can't arrest me in my own dining room! Do you know who I am?!
Officer: Ma'am, step away from the table now and turn around.
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