Victoria: That prenuptial agreement is completely invalid! You signed it without the approval of the family board!
Julian: I don't need the family board's approval to marry the woman I love, Mother.
Victoria: You need my approval if you want to remain CEO of this corporation!
Julian: Read the master trust deed again, Victoria. The moment my biological heir is born, sixty percent of the corporate voting shares transfer directly from your trustee account to my child.
Clara lifted her head from Julian's shirt, her face pale, her eyes filled with shock as she looked up at her husband[cite: 1].
Clara: Julian... is that why she tried to kill our baby?
Julian: Yes, Clara. If our child is born, Victoria loses her sixty percent voting proxy over Sterling Global.
Victoria: That trust clause was written thirty years ago by a senile old man!
Julian: That senile old man was my father, Victoria, and he knew exactly what kind of greedy, heartless woman you were!
Victoria: How dare you! I sacrificed my entire life to keep this company at the top of Chicago society!
Julian: You sacrificed my sister, you sacrificed my father's memory, and today you tried to sacrifice my unborn child!
Victoria took two aggressive steps forward, pointing a long, manicured finger straight at Julian's face[cite: 1].
Victoria: You wouldn't even have a company to run if I hadn't covered up your father's offshore debts twenty years ago!
Julian: My father didn't have offshore debts, Mother. You created those fake accounts to siphon twenty million dollars into your private accounts in Nassau!
The surrounding house staff gasped loudly. Thomas, the butler, stepped forward from the archway, his eyes wide in absolute disbelief[cite: 1].
Thomas: Mrs. Sterling... is that where the late master's estate reserve went?
Victoria: Shut your mouth, Thomas! You are a servant in this house, not an auditor!
Julian: My private forensic team finished tracing those Nassau accounts two hours ago, Victoria. The state prosecutor already has the full paper trail.
Victoria's jaw dropped open. She took a step backward, her grey suit jacket rustling against her silk blouse as her face drained of all color[cite: 1].
Victoria: You... you hired forensic auditors behind my back?
Julian: I hired them the moment Clara told me you threatened her in the garden last month.
Clara: She told me she would make sure my baby was born in a state prison if I didn't sign a waiver giving up the child's trust rights.
Julian: And today, when she realized Clara would never sign that waiver, she tried to drop her from a three-story balcony[cite: 1].
Distant sirens began to wail through the estate driveway outside, their red and blue lights flashing through the high arched windows of the grand atrium[cite: 1].