The young man loomed over the fallen woman, pointing his finger down at her with explosive rage as his knuckles turned white.
Ethan: You're dead to this family! You're dead to this family!
Evelyn: You think you can just discard me like trash? I hold forty percent of the corporate shares!
Ethan: Not anymore. The prenuptial agreement has an absolute morality clause for attempted harm against heirs.
Clara: Mr. Vance, look at the desk over there. She left her laptop wide open.
Ethan turned sharply toward the mahogany desk, his eyes narrowing as he read the glowing emails displayed across the screen.
Ethan: My God... you planned all of this with your brother to liquidate the trust fund.
Evelyn: Give me that computer! You have no right to look through my private messages!
Ethan: Private messages?! You conspired to eliminate my son so your side of the family could seize total control of the estate!
Clara: She talked about it yesterday on the phone, sir. I didn't want to say anything because I was afraid of her.
Ethan: You should have told me, Clara, but you saved his life today, and that's all that matters.
Evelyn: Ethan, listen to reason! If you expose this, the board of directors will panic and the stock prices will crash!
Ethan: Let the company burn. Nothing matters more than my son's safety.