Arthur Sterling: Marcus, call the district attorney's office. I want charges filed for physical assault, public defamation, and false imprisonment against both women.
Margarethe: You can't arrest me! I am Margarethe Vance! I sit on the board of three charity foundations!
Arthur Sterling: Not anymore. As of tomorrow morning, every foundation will receive a copy of tonight's security footage. Let's see how much charity they want to associate with an assaulter of a pregnant woman.
Chloe: Julian! Help us! Tell them not to call the police!
Julian: Mr. Sterling, please! If you foreclose on the estate and file criminal charges, Vance Capital will collapse by midnight! Hundreds of investors will lose their life savings!
Arthur Sterling: Then you should have thought about those investors before you allowed your family to act like criminals. My lawyers will handle the liquidation of your firm's assets tomorrow morning at eight o'clock sharp.
Julian: Vivian... please, talk to your dad! Think about our baby! Does our child deserve to grow up with a father who is bankrupt and ruined?
Vivian: My child will grow up with a family that respects them. A family that protects them, not one that uses them as a pawn for wealth and status.
Two city police officers, alerted by Sterling's legal team, entered the hall through the open side entrance. They walked directly up to Margarethe and Chloe, pulling out silver handcuffs.
Police Officer: Margarethe Vance and Chloe Vance? You are under arrest for assault and filing a false police report. Please keep your hands where we can see them.
Margarethe: Get your hands off me! Do you know how much money my family donates to the police department?
Police Officer: Ma'am, step forward and keep quiet, or we will add resisting arrest to the charges.
The crowd pulled back, snickering and pulling out their phones to record the exact moment Margarethe and Chloe were cuffed. The women were led away, crying and screaming insults, their high-class composure completely shattered.
Julian: Vivian... look at me, please!
Julian tried to stand up, but his knees buckled under the weight of total panic. He collapsed onto the floor, his hands gripping the hem of Arthur's trousers.
Julian: Give me one more chance! I'll sign any prenup! I'll give up my vote on the board! Just don't destroy my life!
Arthur Sterling: You destroyed your own life the second you treated my daughter like she was worthless. You chose your family's greed over your wife's safety.
Arthur turned away, offering his arm to Vivian, who took it with a deep, shaky breath.
Arthur Sterling: Let's go home, sweetheart. The doctor is waiting at the penthouse to make sure the baby is okay.
Vivian: Thank you, Dad.
Vivian turned her head one last time to look at Julian, who was trembling on the floor, surrounded by the cold, judging eyes of the high-society guests he had tried so hard to impress.
Vivian: Goodbye, Julian. My lawyer will deliver the divorce papers to your empty office tomorrow morning.