Julian: There has to be a loophole in the prenuptial agreement. There always is.
Scarlett: There are no loopholes when the entire contract was signed under false pretenses.
Julian: False pretenses? We consulted three different family lawyers before the wedding.
Scarlett: Lawyers you hired who conveniently overlooked the clause about corporate embezzlement.
Julian: I never embezzled a single dime! I redirected operational funds to maximize tax efficiency!
Scarlett: Tax efficiency doesn't involve buying a luxury yacht in the Cayman Islands under an alias.
Julian: How do you know about the yacht? Did Claire hire a private investigator?
Scarlett: Better than that. I was the one who signed the docking papers when we took it out last month.
Julian's eyes widened in sudden betrayal as he stared at the woman standing beside him in the red dress.
Julian: You helped her? You gave her the docking papers for the yacht?
Scarlett: I gave her everything, Julian. Every receipt, every offshore account number, every text message.
Julian: Why would you betray me? We had an agreement about our future together!
Scarlett: Our future? You promised to divorce her and hand over half the estate by the end of the year.
Julian: I was going to do it! I just needed a little more time to restructure the holdings.
Scarlett: You were stalling because you were planning to cut me out and flee to Zurich alone.
Julian: That is a complete lie! Who told you such a ridiculous story?
Scarlett: Your private banker told me when I visited his office to secure my own exit strategy.
Julian lunged forward, grabbing the edge of the glass coffee table with white-knuckled intensity.
Julian: You sold me out to save your own skin, didn't you?
Scarlett: Self-preservation is a survival skill, Julian. You should have learned it years ago.
Julian: If I'm going down, I am taking both of you right down to the bottom with me.
Scarlett: You don't have the legal standing or the financial backing to fight a parking ticket right now.
Julian: I have connections in Washington that can squash these federal charges before midnight.
Scarlett: The only connections you have left are the ones waiting for you in the basement parking garage.
Heavy footsteps echoed from the private elevator bank as the elevator doors slid open with a sharp chime.
Federal Agent: Julian Vance? Step away from the table and place your hands behind your back.
Julian: You cannot arrest me inside my own private residence without an appointment!
Federal Agent: We have an active bench warrant signed by the federal magistrate. Turn around now.
Julian backed away slowly, his eyes darting toward the balcony doors as a viable escape route.
Julian: This is a total miscarriage of justice! I demand to speak with my attorney!
Federal Agent: Your attorney is currently being booked into cell block four downstairs.
Scarlett stepped aside smoothly, smoothing down her red dress without a single ounce of remorse.
Scarlett: Cooperate with the officers, Julian. It saves everyone a lot of unnecessary drama.
Julian: I hope she destroys you too, Scarlett. You deserve every bit of what's coming.
Federal Agent: Last warning, Mr. Vance. Put your hands behind your back or we use physical force.