Julian: What... what did you just say to me?
Chloe: You heard me perfectly, Julian. Look at the floor. Look at what you just destroyed.
Julian: I destroyed a breakfast table! I can buy fifty more dining tables by noon!
Chloe: You didn't just break porcelain, Julian. You broke the master trust agreement.
Julian took a slow step backward, his leather shoes crunching softly over a piece of broken glass[cite: 1]. His face, previously flushed with anger, began to pale under the bright daylight[cite: 1].
Julian: What trust agreement? What are you holding?
Chloe: The blue folder, Julian. The one your father handed me five minutes before he passed away last month.
Julian: My father was senile! He had no right to hand you private corporate documents!
Chloe: Your father was completely sharp until his last breath, Julian. He knew exactly what kind of man you were behind closed doors.
Chloe held the blue legal folder tighter against her beige satin robe, her eyes unblinking as she looked at her new husband[cite: 1].
Julian: Give me that folder right now!
Chloe: Step one inch closer to me, Julian, and the security detail outside will break down those double doors.
Julian: Security detail?! This is my mansion! The guards work for me!
Chloe: The guards work for the primary estate trustee, Julian. And if you read page four of our prenuptial agreement, you would know who that trustee actually is.
Julian's chest heaved as he stared at the blue folder, his breathing fast and shallow[cite: 1]. He reached into his navy suit jacket, pulling out his smartphone with trembling fingers[cite: 1].
Julian: I'm calling my head corporate lawyer right now. You are going to be thrown out of this house in rags!
Chloe: Call him, Julian. Ask Mr. Harrison who owns the land deed under your feet.
Julian tapped the screen violently, bringing the phone to his ear[cite: 1]. The call chimed twice before an elderly, formal voice answered on speakerphone[cite: 1].
Mr. Harrison: Julian? Why are you calling me at eight in the morning on your honeymoon?
Julian: Harrison! Chloe is standing in the dining room holding a blue legal folder! She claims she owns the estate!
A long, heavy silence stretched over the phone line[cite: 1]. Julian listened intently, his face turning as white as the marble walls[cite: 1].
Mr. Harrison: Julian... did you raise your voice or execute any physical aggression against Chloe this morning?
Julian: What difference does that make?! She's refusing to hand over the folder!
Mr. Harrison: It makes every difference in the world, Julian. Did you trigger the domestic morality clause in the Master Trust?
Julian's hand began to shake so hard he nearly dropped the phone onto the broken glass[cite: 1].
Julian: Harrison... what morality clause?!
Mr. Harrison: Your father inserted a conditional inheritance clause three weeks ago, Julian. If you exhibited any public or domestic violence toward Chloe within ninety days of the wedding, full voting proxy over Sterling Global transfers to her instantly.
Julian: No... no! That's impossible! I am his biological son!
Mr. Harrison: The Audio and visual sensors in the dining room are connected directly to the probate court server, Julian. The moment you flipped that table, the notification was sent.
Chloe took two steps forward, her satin robe rustling softly, her voice cold, calm, and completely untouchable[cite: 1].
Chloe: Hang up the phone, Julian. It's time to read the rest of the file.