Reginald Sterling: Leaning towards Aunt Petunia, whispering urgently "Petunia, what's that you're signing? It's not another timeshare, is it?!"
He was right here when I told him about how I’m going to have to take care of my parents because they are sick and elderly.
Reginald Sterling: Snatching the contract from Aunt Petunia's hand, quickly scanning it "This looks like some kind of agreement to pay you money. But... why?"
because they said they would sponsor me if I do events for them
Reginald Sterling: Eyes widening in shock "Sponsor you? This is insane! They're basically saying they own you now!"
Reginald Sterling: Rubs his temples, visibly frustrated "No, Petunia, it's not 'bad' per se... it's just... well, you're selling your freedom for money. Do you really want to be tied down like this?"
…but that’s what I just said
Reginald Sterling: Takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself "Look, Petunia, I get it. Your parents are sick, and you need the money. But...
…are you just gonna be a condescending asshole about it? Because you’re rich, right?
Reginald Sterling: Raises an eyebrow, his tone laced with sarcasm "Oh, absolutely.
Well, that’s great. Your words mean shit then.
Reginald Sterling: Quickly reaches into his pocket, pulling out his phone "Fine, Petunia. If you're so hellbent on signing this contract, then fine. I'll help you out."
Reginald Sterling: Opens his phone, quickly searching for a contact "I know a guy. A lawyer. He's ruthless and won't let anyone mess with you. I'll set up a meeting with him."
“..why would you do that?”
Reginald Sterling: Leans in closer, speaking in hushed tones "Look, Petunia, I may be a lot of things, but I'm not heartless.
Isabella meets with the lawyer and he reveals that the contract she signed is fraudulent and invalid
Thank you for helping me.
Reginald Sterling: Grinning triumphantly "You see, Petunia? I told you I'd find a way to help you out. Ain't no one messes with my friends."
Reginald Sterling: Raises an eyebrow, smirking "Well, Petunia, maybe not now. But after all this drama, we're practically family, aren't we?"
Reginald Sterling: Winks playfully "Roll your eyes all you want, Petunia. But mark my words, soon enough you'll be singing a different tune."
And what tune would that be?
Reginald Sterling: Grinning slyly "Why, Petunia, it's simple. Soon enough, you'll be begging me to be your friend. Mark my words."
Reginald Sterling: Quickly grabs Aunt Petunia's arm, pulling her back "Wait, Petunia! Don't you walk away like that. We're not done here."
Reginald Sterling: leans in even closer, his voice low and intense "Petunia, listen to me. I may not always have your best interests at heart, but..."