Liam: Marcus, call the Dallas Police Department right now and report an unlawful imprisonment and medical fraud on this estate.
Victoria: Marcus, touch that phone and I will ruin your company’s reputation across this entire state!
Marcus: Ma'am, with all due respect, Doctor Harrison is a plastic surgeon. He doesn't have the authority to issue psychological conservatorships.
Liam: Marcus, escort my wife and son upstairs to the master suite. Lock the doors from the inside and do not let anyone enter until I return.
Maya: Liam, don't leave me down here with her!
Liam: I'm not leaving the house, Maya. I'm going into my father's private study to pull up the original vault files.
Victoria: The combination code to your father's vault was changed yesterday, sweet boy. You don't have access anymore.
Liam: My father built that vault with a dual-key biometric override coded to my thumbprint. Did your high-priced lawyer forget to tell you that?
Victoria's face dropped for a fraction of a second before her arrogant mask snapped back into place.
Victoria: Go ahead and look through the vault, Liam. The original trust papers aren't in there. They were moved to a safety deposit box at Texas Commerce Bank.
Liam: Texas Commerce Bank? The bank where my father's former college roommate sits as board chairman?
Victoria: He retired last month, Liam. The new chairman is my brother, Gerald.
Maya: Liam, her brother came to the house yesterday too! He was carrying yellow envelope folders!
Liam: So this was a coordinated takeover while I was twelve hours away in Europe.
Victoria: It's not a takeover, darling. It's a proper redistribution of wealth. Your father built an empire, and he certainly didn't intend for it to be squandered on a girl who washes dishes with a baby on her back.
Liam: She was washing dishes because you forced her into manual labor while taking away her basic rights!
Victoria: She needed to learn humility. She was getting far too comfortable wearing designer clothes bought with Sterling capital.
Liam: I bought those clothes for my wife with my personal earnings from my tech firm!
Victoria: Which was funded initially by a small two-million-dollar loan from your father's estate trust!
Liam: A loan that I repaid with eight percent interest three years ago! Here are the receipts on my private drive!
Liam pulled a sleek metallic memory stick from his blazer pocket, holding it up between his fingers.
Liam: Every transaction, every email, and every single digital authorization my father ever signed is backed up on an encrypted server in Austin.