The grand banquet hall was filled with bright sunlight streaming across polished white marble floors under crystal chandeliers.
Victoria: GET OUT! YOU DON'T BELONG HERE!
Victoria grabbed a glass of water from the table and splashed it directly into the elderly woman's face.
The cold water soaked the woman's hair and clothes, dripping down her chin.
Victoria: LEAVE MY PARTY RIGHT NOW!
An elderly American woman sat quietly at the table, taking out a plain handkerchief to wipe her wet face.
The surrounding guests began murmuring in total shock, pointing and whispering at the harsh scene.
Victoria: Look at you, wearing a faded coat to a luxury event! Someone call security!
Margarethe: I was only sitting down to rest my feet, young lady.
Victoria: This is a high-society charity gala, not a homeless shelter!
Margarethe: You shouldn't judge people by the clothes they wear.
Victoria: I judge garbage when I see it in my hotel!
From across the hall, heavy rapid footsteps thundered across the marble floor.
A handsome man in a grey tuxedo rushed toward the table, his face filled with pure rage.
Brandon: What are you doing to her?!
Before Victoria could answer, Brandon stepped up abruptly and delivered a forceful slap hard across her face.
The loud, sharp impact echoed off the high walls, turning the room dead silent.
Victoria stumbled backward, gasping in complete disbelief.
Victoria: Brandon?! Did you just hit me?!
Without saying a word, Brandon reared back his leg and forcefully kicked her back.
Victoria crashed heavily onto the polished white marble floor, her blue satin dress tearing against the stone.
Victoria: HOW DARE YOU HIT ME AT MY OWN HOTEL?!
The elderly woman slowly stood up next to her son, looking down coldly at the fallen woman on the floor.
Margarethe: PRETENDED TO BE POOR TO TEST YOU... THIS HOTEL IS MINE!
Victoria's jaw dropped as total panic flooded her chest, but the real secret behind the estate was far bigger than she imagined.