Mark gestured to the head of house security who was standing by the entrance doors.
The guard pulled out a small black tablet and pressed the audio playback button instantly.
Victoria's clear voice echoed through the high-ceilinged room for everyone to hear clearly.
The recording revealed her plan to forge Mark's signature on the family home mortgage documents.
She had planned to sell the estate and place the proceeds into her private offshore bank account.
Victoria took a step back as the guests began whispering furiously among themselves.
Victoria: Turn that off right now! That recording was taken illegally without permission!
Mark: You tried to rob my son of his rightful inheritance while acting like a loving aunt!
Victoria: I built this company from the ground up while you mourned your wife!
Mark: You stole from us because your own private investments failed in the city!
Victoria raised her hand in anger and stepped toward Mark aggressively near the couch.
Mark reacted instantly by grabbing her wrist firmly before she could strike him or his son.
He pushed her away with significant force to protect his personal space and his child.
Victoria lost her balance completely on her high heels and fell back against the purple couch.
She crashed hard onto the velvet purple couch as guests gasped in complete shock.
The heavy wooden frame of the couch creaked loudly under the sudden impact.
Two security men in dark suits stepped forward immediately to stand guard beside the sofa.
Victoria lay across the cushions with her breath coming in short, panicked gasps.
Her carefully constructed image of power and control had completely shattered within minutes.
Leo looked out from behind his father's leg with a sense of relief wash over him.
Mark: You will never set foot in this house or our corporate office again, Victoria.
Victoria: You cannot kick me out! I own thirty percent of the business stock!
Mark: The police officers are arriving outside right now to handle your fraud charges.
Victoria's eyes opened wide with terror as distant siren sounds began echoing down the street.
She tried to sit up on the purple couch but her knees were shaking too hard to stand.
The city lawyer who was attending the party stepped forward with a folder in hand.
Lawyer: Mark, we have enough evidence here to freeze all her accounts immediately under law.
Victoria sank back down onto the soft velvet cushions while covering her pale face.