Julian: Get this broken glass off my designer suit right now!
Harrison: You brought this on yourself, Julian. You can't crash a private estate event and expect no pushback.
Julian: I am the legal owner of these premises now, old man. Act like it.
Harrison: Ownership requires an honest signature, not a forged courtroom document.
Julian: Keep talking. Every second you waste delays your inevitable eviction.
Julian tried to push himself up from the glass-strewn floor, wincing as sharp edges nipped at his palms.
Julian: Somebody help me up before I sue this entire venue into bankruptcy!
Harrison: Nobody is helping a thief who breaks into a ballroom to steal a family inheritance.
Julian: I didn't break in, I walked through the front doors with an active deed.
Harrison: A deed stamped by a corrupt judge who is already under federal investigation.
Julian's smug expression flickered for a fraction of a second before he forced a cold smile back onto his face.
Julian: Federal investigations take months, Harrison. My foreclosure goes through tonight.
Harrison: You're banking on a timeline that just ran out of seconds.
An elegant woman in a black evening gown storms forward and delivers a brutal slap across the injured man's face before he can get up, snapping his head to the side.
A loud slap echoed through the room, followed immediately by sharp gasps from the gathered wedding guests.
Julian staggered sideways against the base of the shattered champagne display, his cheek burning from the fierce impact.
The injured man clutches his burning cheek in stunned disbelief while looking up at the woman standing over him.
Victoria: You still haven't learned your lesson!
Julian: Victoria?! What the hell is wrong with you—you just assaulted a corporate officer!
Victoria: I am the legal executor of this estate, Julian, and you are trespassing.
Julian: Your executor status was revoked by the board of trustees this morning!
Victoria: The board consists of your paid accomplices who are currently being questioned by state troopers.
Julian's eyes widened in sudden alarm as he realized the trap he had walked straight into.
Julian: State troopers? You called the police over a civil property dispute?
Victoria: Extortion and physical assault aren't civil matters, Julian. They're felonies.
Julian attempted to scramble backward away from her heavy heels, his injured arm throbbing with sharp pain.
Julian: You can't arrest me here! This is private property!
Victoria: Property that now belongs to the federal asset forfeiture pool.