The heavy double doors of the mansion creaked open, and an elderly man in a sharp grey suit stepped into the foyer carrying a leather briefcase. Two official court officers walked in right behind him.
Mr. Vance: Good morning, Kensington family. I see the family reunion has already begun.
Victoria: Mr. Vance! Thank goodness you're here! Arrest this maid! She assaulted me and made up a crazy story about being my sister!
Mr. Vance: Miss Victoria, please step back and lower your voice. Miss Elena—or rather, Eleanor Kensington—is acting under full legal authorization from my office.
Evelyn: Vance! You traitor! We paid you millions over the last twenty years to handle our corporate accounts!
Mr. Vance: You paid me to represent the late Arthur Kensington, Evelyn. My loyalty was always to him, not to your cover-ups. And Arthur’s final wish was to restore his true eldest daughter to her rightful place.
Julian: Mr. Vance... is the DNA test authentic?
Mr. Vance: 99.9% match, Julian. Eleanor is your full blood half-sister, the rightful primary beneficiary of the Kensington Trust Fund and owner of this mansion.
Victoria: What?! Owner of this mansion? That's impossible! Mother promised this home to me for my wedding next month!
Mr. Vance: Your mother had no legal authority to promise anything, Victoria. The entire Dallas estate was placed into a private trust fifteen years ago, accessible only upon the presentation of the original family crest signet ring and verified bloodline proof.
Elena: Which means, Victoria... you need to put down that velvet box right now before the officers handcuff you for grand theft auto and burglary.
Victoria: I won't! This is my house! You can't just take everything from us after working as a maid!
Elena: I spent three years scrubbing these floors, listening to how you treated the staff, watching how you wasted our father's hard-earned money while he lay sick. I earned every inch of this moment.
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