"Don't he to me." Johnson leaned closer, his breath brushing her reddened cars. "If I remember right, someone still hasn't raten today." Like magic, he pulled a steaming box of dumplings from behind his back, Embarrassed, Elsa ducked her head and quietly began eating, clearing the dumplings like a chipmunk stuffing her cheeks. "Slow down!" Johnson laughed, watching her puffed-up face. He pulled out a bottle of orange juice from a nearby bag and twisted the cap open. "Drink something. Don't choke." Elsa accepted the bottle with a soft, "Thanks." Meanwhile- Outside the fire escape door- A pair of cold, hateful eyes watched everything unfold. Quinn clenched her fists so hard her nails dug into her palms. Her face contorted in rage. Why? 1 Why does she always get everyone's attention? Half an hour later. Elsa returned to the dance studio. Quinn was already there waiting. The moment Elsa saw her, she froze Quinn smiled sweetly and slowly walked over. "Elsa, where'd you go?" "Nowhere Just grabbed a bite," Elsa replied casually. P . When Technology Proves the Wronged Heiress Innocent