Mark walked over to the dark wooden side table near the large American flag.
He opened his leather briefcase and pulled out an official legal document with gold seals.
Victoria stared at the white paper documents in his hands with growing terror and fear.
Victoria: What are those legal papers you are holding in your hand?
Mark: This is my father's official trust fund agreement from his lead estate attorney.
Victoria: That agreement gives me control of the mansion until I decide to leave!
Mark: You clearly forgot to read clause fourteen on the very last page.
Mark flipped the paper open and pointed directly at a paragraph written in dark ink.
Mark: The clause states that your residence rights end if you mistreat my legal heir.
Victoria: That clause is completely invalid and unenforceable in a real court of law!
Mark: My divorce lawyer and estate attorney reviewed it together last Tuesday morning.
Sarah: Mark, she told me yesterday that I had no rights here.
Mark: She lied to you because she wanted to scare you away from me.
Victoria's hands began to shake as she smoothed down her expensive silk dress.
She realized her entire lifestyle was crumbling right before her eyes in minutes.
Victoria: You cannot throw your own father's widow out onto the street!
Mark: You lost your rights the moment you put my unborn child in danger!
Victoria: I gave ten years of my life to this big family home!
Mark: You spent ten years spending my father's hard-earned money on luxury items!
Mark pulled out his phone again and dialed a three-digit speed dial number.
Mark: Private security team, please come to the main foyer immediately.
Victoria took two quick steps forward with an angry expression burning on her face.