Quinn suddenly hurled herself toward the witness stand , her carefully styled hair now a tangled mess . " You even plotted against Mom and Dad ?! Fine ! I won't protect you anymore ! " With trembling hands , she pulled out her phone and opened her photo album - dozens of candid shots of Elsa and Lincoln filled the screen . Taken by the private investigator she'd secretly hired to trail Elsa . Now , it was time to put them to use . " Everyone look ! This bitch has been conspiring with Mr. Martin all along ! " In the photos , Lincoln's hand hovered near Elsa's waist as they stood close together , exuding an air of intimacy . But the truth ? Elsa had stumbled that day , nearly falling - Lincoln had simply caught her in time . Yet in Quinn's eyes , it was the perfect " evidence . " Elsa tilted her head and looked at Quinn's flushed face , laughing softly . " That's your smoking gun ? " " Just like when you framed me for stealing corporate data - you think a few blurry photos are enough to convict me ? " Peter suddenly raised his phone and shouted , " That's not all - I've got more ! Watch and see who she really is ! " Immediately , anonymous accounts began flooding the livestream with a video . In it , " Elsa " sat straddling a greasy man's lap , pouring him drinks , looking seductively into his eyes . Her face and figure were nearly identical . The chat blew up : " Crystal clear - this is insane ." " No doubt . That's her . " " Almost fell for her little act . She's a fraud ! " " Wait … could this be deepfaked ? " Elsa's nails dug into her palm . She turned to the judge . " This footage - if I'm not mistaken - was filmed during the days I was locked in the basement . " " They forged this while I was being held captive . Crafty , isn't it ? " Hearing her calmly call it out , the judge gestured to the bailiffs . They contacted the club manager directly The timestamp confirmed the video was recorded during the exact days Elsa was imprisoned . Felix seized the moment , slamming his fist on the desk . " You see ?! This proves Lincoln is behind it all ! He fabricated evulence just to destroy the Moore family ! " Elsa's voice cut through the courtroom , sharp and loud . Quinn dropped to her knees , grabbing at his pant leg with teary eyes . " Mr. Martin , please … say something ! Clear our name ! " Lincoln crouched down , his fingers lifting Quinn's chin . His voice was soft , audible only to the front row . " When you slipped drugs into my drink … were you this clever then ? " In a blink- He turned away and approached the memory review machine , tapping lightly on the casing . His imposing presence made the technicians scramble back . " I heard this thing detects lies ? " Before the judge could respond , he placed his palm firmly on the electrodes . Memory playback initiated . The day everything unraveled . Inside Martin Corp's top - floor office , Lincoln sat watching Elsa's dance footage , chin resting on one hand . His assistant entered in a rush . " Sir , the Moore family just sold Ms. Moore to Dawson ." Lincoln loosened his tie and sneered . " Toss in some dirt about Dawson sabotaging the merger . Let's see the Moores scramble . " " And Mr. Dawson ? " " No rush . " The feed distorted , then faded . Lincoln turned toward the court with a smirk . " As you can see … I'm just a law - abiding citizen ." Peter exploded , jabbing a finger toward Elsa . " This is all her doing ! If it weren't for her , none of this would've happened ! " No doubt the internet was ablaze with slander and chaos - but Elsa didn't look , She stared calmly at the Moore family , watching them unravel like trapped animals . She'd never seen them this desperate before . It was almost poetic . She turned to the still sobbing Quinn , knuckles pale with tension . Her voice rang through the courtroom like ice on glass . " Don't forget - we haven't reviewed one last memory … " Her eyes locked onto the girl cowering in the corner . P. Chapter 25 The Final Witness " My dear sister … were you really with Mom and Dad at that charity gala that night ? " Send Gifts