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The Master Plan Unfolds

A Son Destroys His Own Wedding To Protect His Father

Victoria let out a loud gasp as the banquet table collapsed completely.

Expensive cakes and roasted meats lay ruined in the dirt.

The guests backed away in shock from the destroyed display.

Julian stood in the center of the mess with a cold, calm expression.

Two personal bodyguards stepped up behind Julian immediately.

Victoria: Have you lost your mind? That setup cost thousands!

Julian: Touch him again, and you are out of this family forever!

Victoria: You cannot speak to me like that in front of everyone!

Julian: I am the sole owner of this entire property and company.

Victoria's face turned pale as the reality hit her.

She had forgotten that her marriage contract gave her no voting power.

Julian had set up the family trust years ago to protect his father.

He reached into his inner jacket pocket and pulled out a leather folder.

He had carried the legal papers all morning, waiting for the right moment.

He original planned to present a new house title to his father today.

Now, he knew he had to change the plan entirely.

Arthur grabbed Julian's arm, looking worried about the public scene.

Arthur: Julian, please. Think about your reputation with the board.

Julian: My reputation means nothing if I let them stomp on you.

Julian opened the black leather folder in front of the crowd.

He pointed to the legal documents signed by the company lawyers.

Julian: Every asset in this family trust belongs to my father's line.

Victoria: That is impossible! My name is on the house deed!

Julian: Your name was added pending a background review by my legal team.

Victoria took a step back as her eyes widened in fear.

She realized that Julian had been checking her financial history for weeks.

She had secretly moved funds from the family account into her personal bank.

She thought the quiet old man would never notice the missing money.

However, Arthur had kept meticulous books for the estate expenses.

Arthur had noticed the fake receipts three weeks ago, but kept quiet.

Julian looked down at the ruined blackberry cake on the floor.

He knew the time for quiet patience had come to an end.

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