Victoria straightened her red dress and puffed out her chest angrily.
Victoria: I am the future heir to this entire estate and business fortune!
Victoria: She is just a hired servant who cleans our floors for minimum wage!
Julian pulled a folded leather document out from his inner tuxedo coat pocket.
He unfolded the stiff white pages with a deliberate and slow precision.
The crowd tilted their heads, trying to read the legal stamp printed on top.
Julian: Our father signed his final estate paperwork before he passed away last year.
Victoria: I know what the will says, he left sixty percent to me!
Julian: That was the draft version you found in his home office desk drawer.
Julian held up the legal document so the nearby guests could see the seal.
Julian: The court finalized his official trust fund two weeks before his death.
Victoria's face turned pale as she looked at the heavy red seal on paper.
Victoria: What are you talking about? That is completely impossible and fake!
Julian: Father set up a specialized trust fund for Sarah's mother, Eleanor.
A loud gasp traveled through the crowd of high-society family friends.
Sarah looked at Julian with wide eyes, completely unaware of this hidden truth.
Sarah: My mother? What does my mother have to do with the estate?
Julian: Your mother was not just an employee in this grand home, Sarah.
Julian took a deep breath before speaking the next powerful words aloud.
Julian: She was father's silent business partner who funded his very first factory.
Victoria pointed her long finger at Julian in absolute, furious denial.
Victoria: You are lying just to humiliate me in front of my high-society friends!
Julian: The bank records and legal signatures are attached right here, Victoria.
Sarah felt her knees go soft as the huge realization hit her mind.
Her mother had worked quietly as a maid to protect the family business.
She had sacrificed her public recognition so the company could survive hard times.
Julian: Half of this estate belongs to Sarah and her mother under the law.