Richard: Escort him out to the curb immediately! If he resists, hand him over to the police for trespassing!
Guard 1: Right away, Mr. Vance. Sir, move your feet now!
Homeless Man: Keep your hands off me! Lily, don't let him take the estate ledger!
Lily: Stop right there! Guards, unhand him this instant! I am the sole beneficiary of this foundation!
Richard: Lily, you are a child who doesn't understand legal protocol. He is a vagrant disrupting our high-yield donors.
Lily: He spoke my childhood nickname. Nobody called me 'little star' except one person.
Richard: You are letting sentimentality cloud your judgment. Security, do your job!
Homeless Man: He’s lying to you, Lily! He’s been draining your father’s life insurance policy for six years!
The crowd began to whisper frantically among themselves, phone cameras flashing across the ballroom as wealthy guests watched the dramatic confrontation unfold[span_12](start_span)[span_12](end_span). Richard stepped down from the stage, his face turning bright red as he approached the homeless man with clenched fists[span_13](start_span)[span_13](end_span).
Richard: You dare make slanderous accusations at my own charity gala?
Homeless Man: It isn't slander when the bank statements prove every single transaction to your offshore accounts.
Richard: You are insane! You’re nothing but a street bum looking for a handout!
Lily: Let him speak, Uncle Richard! What bank statements are you talking about?
Homeless Man: The ones hidden inside the lining of your father’s old military jacket, Lily. The one he gave me the night he died.
Richard: Shut your mouth! Guards, throw him out or you’re both fired tonight!
Guard 2: Sir, please just step outside peacefully so we don't have to use force.
Lily: If you lay another hand on him, I will fire every lawyer on our corporate payroll and freeze all foundation accounts!
Richard: You can't do that, Lily! I hold power of attorney over your financial assets until you turn twenty-one!
Homeless Man: You thought you did, Richard. But you forgot about the survival clause in his will.
Richard: What survival clause? His will was executed and settled in probate court years ago!
Homeless Man: The original copy wasn't probated. You filed a forged duplicate while I was recovering in the veteran hospital.
A collective gasp rippled through the room as prominent Dallas businessmen whispered behind their hands, staring at Richard with sudden suspicion[span_14](start_span)[span_14](end_span). Richard stepped forward, reaching out to grab the homeless man by the collar, but Lily rolled her wheelchair directly between them[span_15](start_span)[span_15](end_span).
Lily: Touch him and I promise you will spend the rest of your life answering to a federal court judge, Uncle Richard.
Richard: You’re choosing a dirty stranger over your own flesh and blood?
Lily: He’s not a stranger. Look at his face, Richard. Look at his eyes.
Homeless Man: Hello, brother. Did you really think six years on the streets would make me forget what you did?
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