As Felix passed the defendant's bench , he leaned in and hissed coldly , " You should've gone to hell with your disgusting mother . " Elsa's pupils contracted sharply . Her shackles clinked from the tension . She stared at the trio in front of her , fury burning behind her eyes . How laughable this all was . The memory playback system rebooted . The Moore family trio turned pale as the footage resumed . Suddenly , Quinn clutched her chest and whimpered , " My heart … it hurts … " " Save it . " The judge waved the bailiffs forward with a cold stare . " Hold her down . " Three days earlier , inside Moore Corp's executive boardroom . Felix slammed a contract in Peter's face . " Mr. Dawson won't sign unless we increase the merger price by thirty percent ! Where the hell are we getting that money ?! " Peter picked up the file , a sly smirk spreading across his face . " Dad , Dawson spent two hours last night watching Elsa's dance video . " the end of her He swiped across his phone screen . The footage zoomed in on Elsa's bow at the end of her performance . " Send that bitch to his bed . He'll sign for free . " Mandy stood with arms crossed , casually motioning at the signature line . " She's already cozy with Lincoln - what's one more man ? " The feed cut to the basement . Quinn crouched beside Elsa's unconscious body , gently brushing hair from her face . " Elsa ," she said sweetly , " you better give Mr. Dawson the night of his life . " Her deranged laughter echoed through the space . The livestream chat lit up like fireworks . " Holy shit . The entire Moore family is evil ! " " Anyone who dragged Elsa - come out and apologize ! " " How is Quinn this young and already this cruel ? " " I can't . This family is messed up beyond saving ." Peter screamed , " It's fake ! All of it is fabricated ! " But the footage kept unraveling their masks . Mandy gripped the armrest , eyes - flashing with venom . Then she clutched her chest , choking out to the judge , " Your Honor , this footage must've been hacked ! " " We would never do such a thing ! " " This was all Elsa - she's been plotting against us , trying to bring down the Moore family ! " " This is a violation of privacy ! " Peter roared , slamming his fist on the table . Blood beaded at his knuckles . " Our personal lives aren't your business ! This is about murder ! " He ripped open his shirt collar , revealing fresh scratches on his chest . Staring at the camera , he spat every word : " I was hosting a pool party at the gala hotel . Over thirty influencers can vouch for me ! " As the judge called up hotel surveillance- Elsa suddenly laughed . The sound , cold and sharp , sliced through the courtroom like a blade . It rattled the already fraying nerves of the Moore family .. " You think this is funny ?! " Mandy screeched , grabbing her thermos and hurling it toward Elsa - only to be restrained by the bailiffs Elsa's shackled wrists clinked as she sat upright . Her voice was hoarse , but calm as ever . " The gala started at eight . Can you prove you were all present the whole time ? " She lifted her eyes to the projection of Felix's wristwatch in the memory feed " Dad walked into the lounge at 8:45 " The chat exploded . " Zoom in ! The wall clock in the lounge says 8.501 " From the hotel to Dawson's villa is at least a forty - mute drive ! " P. When Technology Proves the Wronged Heiress Innocent 10 20