Victoria: A five percent share?! That's worth over thirty million dollars!
Eleanor: Shut your mouth, Victoria!
Julian: Is that true, Mother? Thomas had an uncollected trust share?
Eleanor: Yes! We searched for Thomas's heirs for three years, but the legal firm closed down! We couldn't find Clara's mother because she moved to the west side!
Clara: Thirty million dollars...? I... I don't understand...
Julian: It means, Clara, that you are legally one of the owners of the Vance Corporate Trust.
Clara: I... I came here today just hoping to earn one hundred dollars for my shift...
Julian: You earned far more than that today. You saved my life, and you reclaimed your family legacy.
Victoria began to laugh hysterically on the floor, her face twisted in bitterness.
Victoria: This is a joke! A sick joke! A housemaid is richer than my whole family now?!
Eleanor: Clara has honor, Victoria. Something you and your corrupt father will never possess.
The heavy glass front doors of the banquet hall swung open, and four uniformed police officers rushed inside, led by Chief Miller.
Chief Miller: Mr. Vance! Where is the suspect?
Julian: Right there on the floor, Chief. Victoria Sterling attempted to poison my champagne with a lethal chemical compound.
Chief Miller: We have a warrant for her arrest based on the digital evidence sent from your phone.
Victoria: Get away from me! Don't touch my dress!
Officer Jenkins stepped forward, grabbing Victoria's arms, pulling them behind her back, and clicking steel handcuffs around her wrists.