Vanessa: Richard, tell the officers it was a misunderstanding! Tell them Chloe fell down the stairs!
Richard: Shut up, Vanessa! Let me handle this!
Chloe: You can't handle anything, Richard. Your entire career was built on my father's generosity, and you repaid him by poisoning his mind in his final days.
Vanessa: Your father was a sick, confused old man! He signed those estate papers voluntarily!
Chloe: My father had advanced vascular dementia, Vanessa. The hospital records show he wasn't legally competent to sign a napkin, let alone a sixty-million-dollar trust amendment.
Richard: We have a notary stamp from a licensed state official!
Chloe: You mean Arthur Vance? The notary who was arrested two hours ago for forging land deeds in New Jersey?
Richard stumbled backward, his back hitting the glass bar counter as his face drained of all color.
Richard: You... you had Vance arrested?
Chloe: He confessed forty minutes ago, Richard. He gave the federal prosecutors the exact text messages where Vanessa offered him two hundred thousand dollars to stamp the fake codicil.
Vanessa: That lawyer is a liar! I never texted him anything!
Chloe: The FBI has the cloud server backups, Vanessa. You used the penthouse Wi-Fi to send the PDF files.
The heavy glass doors of the private elevator slid open completely, and four federal agents in dark suits marched onto the white marble floor, led by a tall woman with a gold badge clipped to her blazer.
Agent Miller: Federal Bureau of Investigation. Nobody move!
Richard: Agent! Thank God you're here! My wife has lost her mind and locked our corporate accounts!
Agent Miller: Are you Richard Sterling?
Richard: Yes! I am the Chief Executive Officer of Sterling Global!
Agent Miller: Richard Sterling and Vanessa Sterling, we have a federal warrant for your arrest regarding wire fraud, corporate embezzlement, falsification of legal records, and conspiracy to commit murder by medical neglect.
Vanessa: Murder by medical neglect? That is absurd! Arthur died of natural heart failure!
Agent Miller: The toxicology report from the state coroner came back two hours ago, Mrs. Sterling. The medical examiner found lethal doses of unauthorized sedatives in Arthur's system, prescribed by a doctor on your payroll.
Vanessa let out a sharp gasp, stumbling back against the sofa as her champagne flute slipped from her fingers, shattering on the polished floor.
Vanessa: No... no! That doctor promised me the compound wouldn't show up in a standard panel!
Agent Miller: Thank you for confirming the conspiracy on our body camera recording, Mrs. Sterling. Hands behind your back.