Julian: Evelyn, please! Let's step into the private office and talk about this like rational adults!
Evelyn: We tried talking like rational adults, Julian. You told me I was making an embarrassing scene while I was bleeding on the floor.
Veronica: Julian, tell me she's lying! Tell me you didn't lease your sports cars through her father's holding company!
Evelyn: Check his wallet, Veronica. Every single credit card in his pocket is a corporate card issued under my family's umbrella corporation.
Julian: Evelyn, I was protecting Veronica because her father was threatening to pull our distribution contract! I was doing it for our future!
Evelyn: You held her waist while I was picking glass out of my palms! You let her push me!
Veronica: I didn't push her! Julian, tell your lawyer to stop this madness!
Arthur: Mrs. Vance—or rather, Miss Sterling—the local authorities have arrived at the side gates per your father's request.
Julian: The authorities?! For a fallen champagne tower?!
Evelyn: For felony assault and corporate fraud, Julian. We have full high-definition video coverage of the entire ballroom.
Julian turned around, staring up at the grand ceiling where four security dome cameras were angled directly toward the champagne pyramid display. The red recording lights blinked steadily, capturing every angle of the push and the confrontation.
Julian: You... you set up extra security cameras before the reception started?
Evelyn: My father didn't trust you, Julian. He knew you were seeing Veronica behind my back for the past three months.
Veronica: What?! How could you possibly know about that?!
Evelyn: Do you think private investigators are expensive for a family that owns three shipping lines, Veronica?
Julian: Evelyn, I swear to you, Veronica meant nothing to me! It was strictly a commercial transaction to secure her father's port access!
Veronica: Excuse me?! A commercial transaction?! You told me you were going to divorce her six months after the wedding and give me the penthouse in Manhattan!
Evelyn: Look at how fast you two turn on each other the moment the money disappears.
The heavy oak doors of the reception hall swung open, and two uniformed police officers walked briskly across the marble floor toward the American flag display where Julian and Veronica stood motionless.