Brandon: Victoria... tell me you did not just lay your hands on these girls.
Victoria: Oh, don't be so dramatic, Brandon. They deserved it, darling.
Brandon: They deserved it?! Look at their cheeks! They have bloody bruises forming right under their eyes!
Victoria: They are lazy, useless little rats. I ordered them to scrub the master bathroom three times, and they had the nerve to tell me they needed to prepare lunch for your board meeting first.
Maya: That's not what happened, Mr. Sterling! We told her we would do the bathroom immediately after laying out the catering trays!
Victoria: Shut your mouth! You do not speak when my husband is in the room!
Chloe: You hit Maya so hard she fell into the pantry door! Then when I tried to pull her away, you smacked me across the face too!
Victoria: You should learn some respect. I am the mistress of this house. If I want to discipline the hired help, I will do so whenever I please.
Brandon stood up abruptly from the floor, his face pale with a mix of fury and disgust. His chest heaved beneath his tailored suit vest as he stared at the woman he had married less than eight months ago.
Brandon: You think you own this house? You think you can physically assault two young women inside my home?
Victoria: Please, Brandon. They are low-class maids. They probably made up those bruises by pressing red blush onto their skin to get money out of you.
Maya: We didn't make anything up! My jaw is throbbing!
Brandon: Maya, stay down. Chloe, hold this ice towel to your sister's cheek.
Victoria: Why are you pampering them?! You are a CEO, Brandon! You shouldn't even be kneeling near the servants!
Brandon: These 'servants' are human beings, Victoria! Their father worked for my family's oil company for twenty years before he passed away! I personally brought them into this home to give them a safe job while they went to school!
Victoria: Well, you didn't consult me before hiring charity cases!
Brandon: Because this is MY estate! My father's trust fund built this property! Your name is not on a single piece of paper connected to this land!
Victoria: I am your legal wife! A prenuptial agreement doesn't give you the right to talk to me like this over two orphans!
Without warning, Brandon lunged forward across the kitchen island. He grabbed Victoria by her arm and violently pushed her away from the counter, sending her crashing onto the pristine white tile floor right in front of the twin girls.