Big Mike: Jax, the deed for this entire property is listed under the Miller Family Living Trust.
Jax: The Miller Trust? That’s Arthur Miller’s estate, isn't it?
Big Mike: Exactly. The late Arthur Miller left his real estate holdings to his daughter before he passed away two years ago.
Jax: Sarah... what did you say your full name was again?
Sarah: My name is Sarah Miller. Why are you looking at me like that?
Jax: Sarah Miller? Was your father named Arthur Miller, the veteran who owned the old auto shop on Main Street?
Sarah: Yes! How did you know my dad? He passed away, and everything went into probate after his stepmother took control.
Jax: Your stepmother was Evelyn Miller, right?
Sarah: Yes. After Dad got sick, Evelyn brought in her nephew, Richard, to manage his assets. They told me there was no inheritance left for me.
Jax: They lied to you, Sarah. They lied straight to your face while you were working two jobs to support your daughter.
Sarah: What are you talking about? The probate lawyer told me the entire estate was tied up in debt!
Jax: I knew your father, Sarah. Arthur was a charter member of our motorcycle club before he fell ill. He talked about you every single day.
Sarah: Dad talked about me to you?
Jax: All the time. He set up a trust fund specifically for Mia’s medical expenses and college education. He owned this diner, three commercial properties, and a residential home.
Mia: Grandpa Artie made a trust fund for me?
Jax: He sure did, sweetheart. But it looks like Richard and his aunt locked you out of your own property and started pocketing the rent money.
Big Mike: Richard isn't the owner at all. He’s just a hired manager appointed by a fraudulent power of attorney!
Jax: And today, he just threw the true heir and property owner out into the street for sitting in a wheelchair.
Sarah: I can't believe this... I’ve been struggling to pay for Mia's physical therapy while they were living off my father’s hard work?
Jax: Not anymore. We are going to walk back through those glass doors right now.
Sarah: Is it safe? What if Richard calls the police on us again?
Jax: Let him call the police. In fact, I hope he does. Our club attorney is already on his way down here with the original court documents.
Mia: Will I get to finish my chicken tenders, Mr. Jax?
Jax: Sweetheart, you’re gonna own the whole kitchen by the time we walk out of here.
Big Mike: Riders, fall in line! We are escorting the owners back into their building!
Jax: Stay right behind me, Sarah. Keep Mia right next to my hip. Let’s go set the record straight.
Sarah: Thank you, Jax. I don't even know what to say.
Jax: Don't thank me yet. The fun is just about to begin.