Victoria: Police?! You called the cops on me in my own home?!
Julian: It stopped being your home the moment you committed grand larceny and corporate fraud against this family trust.
The heavy mahogany doors creaked open as two uniformed officers entered the main hall, their eyes sweeping across the tense room.
Officer Miller: Mr. Julian Vance? We received the warrant confirmation regarding the financial fraud case.
Julian: That is correct, Officer. The primary suspect is standing right there.
Victoria: Get your hands off me! Do you have any idea who my father is?! I am a member of the board!
Officer Miller: Ma'am, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.
Victoria: Julian, you bastard! You can't do this to me! I built this family's image!
Julian: You built an image on stolen money and abused the rightful owner of this house. Take her away.
Victoria struggled wildly as the cold steel handcuffs clicked around her wrists, her loud screaming echoing off the high ceilings as she was led down the driveway.
Clara: I can't believe this... All these years, I thought I was alone in the world after my mother died.
Julian: You were never alone, Clara. My father wanted to protect you from Victoria's greed, but he fell ill before he could finalize everything publicly.
Clara: But why didn't he just tell me directly when he was alive?
Julian: He was afraid Victoria and her lawyer would contest the will and tie you up in legal battles for years. He needed time to secure your share in an untouchable trust fund.
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