Julian: Three... three hundred million dollars? What investment trust?
Arthur Sterling: The trust fund that was supposed to save Vance Capital from total bankruptcy next month. The trust fund that Vivian personally requested I create for her child's future.
Margarethe: Bankruptcy? What are you talking about? Our family business is thriving! We own this mansion!
Arthur Sterling: You owned this mansion until four o'clock yesterday afternoon, Mrs. Vance. Your late husband took out a twenty-million-dollar bridge loan from my subsidiary bank. The collateral was this very estate. The loan defaulted three days ago.
Julian: No... no, that's impossible! The bank gave us an extension!
Arthur Sterling: I am the bank, Julian. And as of ten minutes ago, I rejected your extension request. Marcus, present the foreclosure notice.
Marcus stepped forward, pulling a thick legal folder from his jacket and tossing it onto the crystal table beside Margarethe. The white paper spilled out, revealing bold red foreclosure stamps.
Chloe: Mom! Is this real? Are we losing the house?
Margarethe: Julian... do something! Tell him he can't do this! We are family!
Arthur Sterling: Family? You tore the clothes off a pregnant woman's back because of a missing trinket. You treat human beings like garbage simply because you thought they were poorer than you.
Vivian: Speaking of the necklace, Chloe... why don't you check your own purse?
Chloe: What? My purse is in the VIP lounge! Why would I check it?
Vivian: Because I saw you put it in there before you started this whole drama. You wanted an excuse to humiliate me so Julian would force me to sign the prenuptial agreement modification!
Julian: Chloe... is this true? Did you hide the necklace yourself?
Chloe: I... I don't know what she's talking about! She's lying!
Marcus signaled to one of his men, who walked over to the VIP sofa, picked up Chloe's designer handbag, and unzipped it in front of the entire crowd. He reached inside and pulled out the shining diamond necklace, holding it up high under the chandelier lights.
Guest 3: Unbelievable! She framed her own sister-in-law!
Guest 4: What a disgraceful family! Framing a pregnant woman just to throw her out!
Julian: Chloe, you idiot! How could you do this?
Chloe: Mom told me to do it! She said if Vivian stayed in the family, her father would claim half of our assets during the estate audit!
Margarethe: Shut up, you foolish girl!
Julian: Vivian... please! Look at me! I was tricked! My mother and sister manipulated me! I didn't know!
Julian dropped to his knees on the cold marble floor, looking up at Vivian with wide, terrified eyes. He reached out to touch the hem of the coat covering her, but Marcus immediately stepped between them, his heavy boots blocking Julian's hand.
Julian: Vivian, I love you! We are having a baby together! You can't let your father destroy my family's business over a mistake!
Vivian: A mistake, Julian? You held my shoulders while they stripped me. You stood there and watched me cry, feeling the cold air on my belly, and you told me to stop making a scene.
Julian: I was wrong! I'll do anything! I'll kick my mother and sister out of the house right now! Please, Vivian!
Vivian: It's too late, Julian. You didn't love Vivian Hayes the quiet student, and you don't deserve Vivian Sterling.