Something shifted inside the room the exact moment Evelyn finished her sharp sentence.
Mark slowly raised his head, his face completely changed from passive weakness to pure anger.
The soft look in his eyes was replaced by a cold, sharp glare directed at Evelyn.
He stood up so fast that his chair scraped violently across the polished marble floor.
The harsh sound rang out like a gunshot, making several relatives jump back in surprise.
Mark: That is enough, Evelyn!
Evelyn froze in her tracks, clearly caught off guard by the power in his voice.
Evelyn: Excuse me? How dare you yell at me in my house, Mark!
Mark stepped away from the dining table and walked straight toward his wife and children.
He placed one strong arm protectively around Sarah's shoulders and pulled her close to him.
Mark: Don't you ever raise your voice at my wife again!
Evelyn: You have no power here, Mark! You are just an employee in this business!
Mark: I am the man who kept father's company alive while you were spending his money overseas!
The crowd behind the glass partition began to murmur with excitement and sudden support.
Sarah: Mark, please, be careful...
Mark: No, Sarah, I have kept quiet for way too long out of respect for father.
Mark reached inside his burgundy shirt pocket and pulled out a small black USB drive.
He held it up high so every single person in the room could see it clearly.
Mark: Do you know what is saved on this drive, Evelyn?
Evelyn's face suddenly lost all of its color as she looked at the tiny black object.
Evelyn: That... that is private company property! Give that to me right now!
Mark: This contains the security footage from father's office on the night he signed the trust.
A loud gasp echoed through the room as the spectators realized what Mark was holding.
Evelyn: You are bluffing! You don't have anything on that drive!
Mark: Try me, Evelyn. Let's plug it into the big TV in front of everyone right now.