She remembered Lincoln once said in a finance magazine interview that he liked a blend of classical elegance and modern flair . So tonight , Quinn showed up in a modernized dress , custom - fitted just for this event . " Mr. Martin … " Her sugary voice cut off the moment she stepped into the lounge . Lincoln lounged lazily on a leather sofa , idly swirling the red wine in his glass . Three heavily made - up women giggled as they nestled close to him , their makeup thick enough to spackle a wall . " Something you need ? " he asked , lifting his eyes lazily to glance at the frozen Quinn before downing his drink in one gulp . With a saccharine smile plastered across her face , Quinn stepped forward . " I heard you're fond of classical dance ? I studied it , for a while … " " How interesting , " Lincoln interrupted , his voice suddenly sharp . " Did your teacher ever teach you what ' classic ' actually means ? " He gave her a mocking once - over , his gaze landing on her forced smile . " You think you compare to your sister ? You look like someone scrambling for discount eggs at a market ." Laughter erupted from the room . Quinn stumbled back , knocking into a champagne tower . The sound of shattering glass and screams filled the air . Lincoln frowned and brushed imaginary dust from his suit jacket . " Security . Please escort Ms. Moore out . " Later , Quinn hurled her phone at the leather couch in a rage . On screen , Elsa smiled seductively in front of a camera . The sight made Quinn's blood boil . What did Elsa even have ? How had she managed to wrap Lincoln around her finger ? He even called her a cheap imitation ! She was the real Moore Corp heiress . Elsa was nothing . Ding - dong ! A new notification popped up on her phone . It was a trending alert from Twitter . Staring at the tag #MooreSpokespersonElsa trending at the top , Quinn clenched her fists so hard her nails dug into her palins " Damn it ! " she growled , flinging her phone across the room . Mandy had just finished preparing a bowl of bird's nest soup for Quinn . When she opened the door , the phone landed near her feet . Startled , Mandy looked down at the shattered screen . " Quinn , what happened ? Why are you so worked up ? " she asked , glancing over at her daughter fuming on the couch . At the sound of her mother's voice , Quinn quickly switched to a pitiful tone , pouting and whining , " Mom , can't you do something about Elsa ? She's getting more and more out of control ! " Mandy's hand trembled slightly as she set the bowl down , her voice cautious . " What happened this time ? " " She seduced Lincoln and made our stock prices tank ! " Quinn pulled up the trading app . Mandy's eyes widened at the plummeting green line . When he saw the numbers , he slapped his thigh in disbelief . " Seven percent down at opening ! And Moore just lost three major contracts to them ! " Mandy slammed the bowl down on the table with a sharp clang . " That girl Elsa is absolutely out of control ! " Felix's hands trembled , his beard quivering . " Drag that disgrace back here ! " When Elsa was hauled back into the old house by two bodyguards , bruises had already formed around her wrist . She had no idea what was going on . The entire ride back , her mind was blank . Shoved into the living room , she looked up just in time to see Quinn stomping on a bottle of Martin Corp's signature perfume with her heels . The sugary scent filled the air . Just from that , Elsa could more or less guess what this was about . Still , she kept her tone even . " What's going on ? " " You've got the nerve to ask ? " Felix snarled , grinding his crocodile leather shoe down on her fingers . His eyes blazed with rage . " What did Lincoln offer you to make you go against Moore Corp ?! " Elsa sucked in a sharp breath from the pain . But seeing Felix's twisted face , she actually let out a laugh . " Are you sure you're not confused ? " There was a hint of amusement in her voice as she looked up and met his eyes , lips curling faintly . " You should be asking how many traps he's set for Moore Corp. " Her gaze flicked toward Quinn , catching the tremble in her lashes. Elsa's smile deepened . " After all , your precious daughter can't even lick the dirt off his shoes . " " Sounds more like my ability , doesn't it ? " Smack ! Mandy stormed forward and slapped Elsa across the face without a word . Send Gifts 20