High-key bright lighting illuminated the harrowing scene as the tension reached a boiling point inside the luxury foyer. Richard stood up to his full height, holding his sobbing daughter securely in one arm while his posture turned rigid and menacing. Driven by explosive rage, the man in the dark grey suit holding his daughter confronted the woman in the emerald green gown in front of the American flag. Without a second hesitation, his hand moved with blistering, unforgiving speed. Three hard, sharp impact slap sound effects echoed through the grand hall in rapid succession, carrying the full weight of a father's vengeance.
Victoria: (Screaming out in shock and agony) Ah! Stop! No!
Richard: Don't you ever lay a hand on my daughter!
Victoria: (Stumbling backward) You hit me! You actually struck your own wife!
Richard: That was for trying to murder my flesh and blood! You are no wife of mine!
Victoria: (Clutching her face) You'll regret this! My divorce lawyer will strip you of every penny you own for this assault[cite: 4]!
Richard: Divorce lawyers and settlement terms mean nothing when attempted homicide is captured on twenty-four-hour security servers[cite: 4].
The sheer force of the blows knocked Victoria completely off balance, shattering her footing on the polished stone. She tumbled backward, falling hard onto the cold marble floor of the foyer near the American flag. Her emerald green gown pooled around her like shattered glass as she crashed into the ground, her arrogant demeanor instantly collapsing into pathetic disbelief.
Victoria: (Sobbing defensively from the ground) Please, Richard... I didn't mean to actually hurt her... it was a moment of weakness!
Richard: Weakness? No, Victoria. That was pure, unadulterated evil.