Brandon: "What did you just do to those doors, Vivian?! Why are they locked?!"[cite: 1]
Vivian: "I didn't lock them, Brandon. My father's security network did."[cite: 1]
Margarethe: "Security network?! Stop making up fairy tales! You're a penniless orphan from low-income housing! That's what you told us!"
Vivian: "I told you I grew up simply because I wanted a man who loved me for who I was, not for my family's money. But clearly, I picked the wrong man."
Brandon: "Vivian, stop acting crazy! Pick up your junk from the floor and tell us where my mother's ring is!"[cite: 1]
Chloe: "Yeah! You probably swallowed it! Look at her dress, Brandon! She's hiding something!"[cite: 1]
Vivian: "I haven't hidden anything from you. But you've been hiding your true colors from me since the day we got married."
Margarethe: "We gave you a roof over your head! We let you live in our suburban mansion! And this is how you repay our generosity?!"[cite: 1]
Vivian: "Generosity? You made me clean your guest rooms while I was morning sick! You treated me like a servant!"
Brandon: "You were supposed to prove your worth to my family! My mother comes from old Dallas wealth! You came from nothing!"
Vivian: "Old wealth? Your family's real estate firm has been bleeding money for eighteen months, Brandon. I know all about your father's defaulted loans."
Brandon's face went pale as he took a step back, staring at his pregnant wife in absolute shock[cite: 1].
Brandon: "How... how do you know about our firm's loans?"
Vivian: "Because my father owns ninety percent of the bank that holds your mortgage on this very estate!"[cite: 1]
Margarethe: "Lies! She's bluffing, Brandon! Don't let this thief manipulate you!"[cite: 1]
Chloe: "Mom, look at her phone! She's talking to someone real!"[cite: 1]
Vivian: "Keep talking, Margarethe. Every insult you throw at me is adding another zero to the lawsuit my father is filing against your family right now."
Margarethe: "Lawsuit?! For what?!"[cite: 1]
Vivian: "For assault on a pregnant woman, illegal detention, and grand defamation!"[cite: 1]
Suddenly, the high-end sound system in the ballroom crackled with static[cite: 1]. The light romantic string music cut off completely, replaced by a deep, authoritative voice that boomed from every speaker in the ceiling[cite: 1].
Voice on Speaker: "Attention guests in Ballroom A. This entire property is now under federal asset seizure."
Margarethe: "WHAT?!"[cite: 1]
Brandon: "Federal asset seizure?! Who is speaking right now?!"[cite: 1]
Voice on Speaker: "My name is Marcus Vance, CEO of Vance Global Financial. And you are standing in my daughter's building."