Vivian: What? Ethan, stop! Have you lost your mind?
Ethan: Revoke her signature access on the Vance Trust Fund, cancel all her corporate credit cards, and place a freeze on the main estate mortgage accounts.
Bank Director over phone: Understood, Mr. Vance. The freezes are being applied right now. Is there anything else?
Ethan: Send a legal team and private security to the main mansion in fifteen minutes. I'm conducting a full audit of my sister's actions.
Vivian: You can't do this to me! I am the Vice President of Vance Enterprises!
Vivian clutched her wine glass so hard her knuckles turned white, her jaw dropping in sheer panic as the reality of her situation set in.
Ethan: You were the Vice President, Vivian. As majority shareholder, you are officially terminated.
Vivian: You're ruining our family over a maid! A girl who came from absolute nothing!
Ethan stepped firmly between Helena and his sister, shielding his wife with his broad shoulders as he glared up at Vivian.
Ethan: You imprisoned my wife in her own home!
Vivian gasped, her hand shaking so violently that her crystal glass slipped from her fingers, shattering on the marble stairs and spilling dark red wine across the white steps like blood.
Vivian: She... she signed the papers willingly! Ask the guards! Ask anyone in this house!
Ethan: These guards work for my security firm, Vivian. Or rather, they used to, until they stood by and watched my wife scrub floors on her knees.
Security Guard: Mr. Vance, please... we were just following Mrs. Vivian's direct orders! She said Mrs. Helena was an intruder!
Ethan: Get out. All of you. Hand over your keycards and clear out of my house before I have federal marshals arrest you for false imprisonment.
The four security guards bowed their heads nervously, quickly unclipping their badges and rushing out the heavy front doors without saying another word.
Vivian: Ethan, listen to me! I did this for the company! She was going to sell your shares to our rival firm!
Helena: I didn't even know what a share was, Ethan... she brought a lawyer here three days after your plane went missing. She told me if I didn't sign the papers, she would have me thrown in prison for stealing!
Ethan: What lawyer did she bring, Helena?
Helena: A man named Marcus Vance... your cousin.
Ethan: Marcus... of course. The two of you planned this the moment my military transport lost radio contact, didn't you?
Vivian: It wasn't like that! We thought you were dead! We were trying to protect the inheritance from going to probate court!
Ethan: You didn't protect anything, Vivian. You committed grand fraud, extortion, and human trafficking in my house.