Mark wiped the pool water away from his eyes with his sleeve.
He stood firmly between Evelyn and his resting family.
Mark: You thought you could come here and intimidate us.
Evelyn: I am taking what is mine by right of blood!
Mark: You do not care about blood or family at all.
Clara: Evelyn, please just leave before things get worse.
Evelyn: I am not going anywhere without full control of the trust!
Evelyn held up the folder with a proud smile on her face.
Evelyn: Without these original papers, your court case falls apart!
Mark stared at her with a calm, dangerous look in his eyes.
Mark: Do you really think I keep original estate papers outdoors?
Evelyn stopped smiling and looked down at the soaked binder.
Evelyn: What are you talking about?
Mark: Those are just photo copies of public court files.
Evelyn opened the folder hastily, her hands trembling with sudden doubt.
The pages inside were simple copies with no legal value.
Evelyn: You set me up!
Mark: No, Evelyn, you set yourself up.
Mark pointed up toward the roofline of the luxury patio overhang.
Nestled under the eaves were four high-definition security cameras.
A small red light blinked steadily on each wide-angle lens camera casing.
Mark: Every single second of your aggressive behavior was recorded.
Evelyn looked up at the tiny lenses, her face turning pale.
Mark: The audio and video are streaming directly to a secure server.
Evelyn: You cannot use that against me!
Mark: I already sent the live feed to my legal team and the police.