Sarah slowly stood up from the floor, smoothing out her pearl-beaded white dress.
Her posture was calm, confident, and completely devoid of any remaining fear.
Outside the large glass patio windows, a loud mechanical thrum filled the air.
Multiple high-powered red light beams suddenly flashed through the bright windows.
The red target dots focused sharply onto the center of Julian's burgundy suit jacket.
Julian gasped in extreme panic, putting his hands up high in the air.
Julian: What is happening?! Who is outside my home?!
Victoria: Call the police right now! Call 911 immediately, Julian!
Before Julian could move an inch, the front double doors were kicked open.
Heavy tactical officers rushed into the room with complete military precision and speed.
They formed a protective defensive circle directly around Sarah, securing the area instantly.
Behind them walked a tall, distinguished older gentleman in a dark tailored overcoat.
It was Arthur Vance himself, his eyes burning with intense, protectiveness.
He walked directly past the stunned tactical officers and approached his daughter.
Arthur: Are you hurt, my dear child?
Sarah: I am fine, Dad. Just ready to leave this awful place forever.
Arthur gently wrapped his arm around Sarah's shoulders, holding her safe and secure.
He turned his gaze toward Julian, who was shaking uncontrollably near the piano.
Arthur: You dared to disrespect my daughter in your foolish arrogance.
Julian: Mr. Vance... please, I didn't know... I swear I didn't know!
Victoria: Please, sir, have mercy on our family business!
Arthur: You showed no mercy to my child, so you get none in return.