Billionaire: Stand up, everyone! Nobody leaves this room until I get the absolute truth about this ring!
The panic among the elite guests became palpable as old alliances fractured under the sudden weight of exposure.
Board Member: Sir, you can't possibly listen to a child. This is obviously a stunt orchestrated by our corporate rivals to sabotage the merger.
Girl: It's not a stunt. Look at the engraving inside the band—it has your initials and the exact date of the forged will.
The billionaire snatched the ring off the table, squinting closely at the inner metal inscription under the brilliant chandelier glow.
Billionaire: Oh my god... it really is his handwriting. The executor swore to me that my brother signed over all his shares voluntarily before passing away.
Girl: He never signed anything. They drugged him in the hospital and forged his signature while he was unconscious.
A collective gasp rippled through the seated executives, several of whom began nervously checking their watches and eyeing the exits.
Billionaire: Security! Lock all exterior doors and block the service elevators immediately. Nobody steps foot outside this building.
Head of Security: Right away, sir. No one is getting past us.
Girl: You're too late to catch the main lawyer who planned it all; he left through the kitchen ten minutes ago with the briefcase full of offshore deeds.
The billionaire's jaw clenched so hard a muscle twitched in his cheek, his billionaire facade cracking completely.
Billionaire: How do you know about the kitchen exit, little one?
Girl: Because my uncle works down there as a dishwasher just to watch over you and make sure you're safe.