Rachel: Before becoming a maid, I used to work in personal protection[cite: 3].
Groom: Protection? For whom? Security firms don't just send operatives into my house to pose as household staff[cite: 3]!
Rachel: I didn't infiltrate your house for a security firm. I came here because your new wife hired me to eliminate a witness[cite: 3].
A collective gasp ripped through the gathered elites, the bride's face instantly draining of all color as her calculated composure completely dissolved into panic[cite: 3].
Bride: She's lying! The girl is completely insane! Security, drag her out of this ballroom immediately[cite: 3]!
Rachel: You can call your guards all you want, but they already checked my credentials at the door using the private clearance codes you gave me last Tuesday[cite: 3].
Groom: Clearance codes? What is she talking about? Look at me and tell me the truth right now[cite: 3]!
Bride: Darling, please, you can't believe a word coming out of a servant's mouth over your own wife's reputation[cite: 3]!
Rachel: Ask her about the offshore account in the Cayman Islands where she parked the missing trust fund money right after the fatal car accident[cite: 3].
The groom staggered backward as if he had been physically struck, his eyes darting frantically between his terrified bride and the calm, unyielding maid[cite: 3].
Groom: The accident... my late brother's estate funds vanished the exact night of the crash. How do you know about that account[cite: 3]?
Rachel: Because my father was the lead investigator on the case before your wife's family had him wrongfully imprisoned to protect their corporate merger[cite: 3].