Julian reached into his suit jacket and pulled out his private heavy silver smartphone with quick speed.
His fingers moved rapidly across the screen as he accessed his direct corporate manager accounts.
Vivian: Who are you calling at this hour of the afternoon, Julian?
Julian: I am calling the primary risk officer at the central national bank right now.
Julian pressed the speaker button on his phone so every person in the foyer could hear clearly.
The phone rang twice before a stern professional voice answered the call through the clear speaker.
Banker: Good afternoon, Mr. Vance, how can the executive desk assist you today?
Julian: Freeze every bank account, trust fund, and credit facility Vivian Vance controls right now!
Vivian's face drained of color instantly as she stepped forward, dropping her wine glass onto the floor.
The delicate glass shattered on the hard white marble, splashing dark red wine across her shoes.
Vivian: You cannot do that, Julian, I am the lead manager of the corporate holdings!
Julian: Check the master estate registry immediately, officer, and read line four out loud.
The banker typed quickly on a keyboard, the clicking sounds echoing clearly through the phone speaker.
Banker: Line four states that Julian Vance holds total veto power over all corporate assets upon return.
Julian: Issue a complete lock on all transfer funds until a full forensic audit is completed.
Banker: Understood, Mr. Vance, all accounts controlled by Vivian Vance are now completely frozen.
The line disconnected with a sharp click, leaving a heavy silence hanging over the grand foyer.
Vivian stared at the phone in total horror, her hand shaking as she reached toward her chest.
Her entire status, her luxury lifestyle, and her legal defense funds had vanished in five short seconds.
Vivian: You would ruin your own family name for this useless girl from the suburbs?
Julian: You ruined this family the moment you turned my father's house into a terrible prison.
Julian turned to the stern lawyer who was slowly backing toward the double wooden front doors.
Julian: Step right back inside, Arthur, because you are going to explain every paper she signed.