I reached into my jacket and unfolded the document.
“Your company owes Miller Capital Holdings eight million seven hundred thousand dollars.”
The ballroom went so quiet I heard a fork hit a plate.
Chase lowered his champagne glass.
Patricia turned to Richard.
“You said the lender was an investment group.”
“It is,” I said.
“My investment group.”
Richard shoved his chair back.
“This is completely inappropriate.”
“So was calling me a beggar.”
Some guests lowered their eyes.
Others stared.
I wasn’t finished.
I turned to Chase.
“And making my daughter sign personal guarantees for your company without properly explaining them was worse.”
Emily froze.
Chase went pale.
“What are you talking about?”
“Daniel?”
A man near the side entrance stood.
My attorney had arrived twenty minutes earlier at my request.
He approached with a leather folder.
Chase whispered, “You brought a lawyer to my wedding?”
“No,” I said. “You brought a financial trap to my daughter’s wedding. I brought someone who could read it.”
Daniel calmly explained that Emily had not completed several required steps for the guarantees to take effect and that we would formally dispute any attempt to enforce them.
Richard moved toward me.
“You don’t understand what you’re doing.”
“I understand perfectly.”
I raised the second document.
