Sentenced to Marriage by MadlainQ

Chapter 70

A lie

I kept staring at Alan, blinking my eyes in disbelief. “Let me get this straight… You made a perfect clone of Callan’s phone, and then you erased all the nude pictures and the video from it?”

“That is correct,” Norton confirmed.

“And this phone is the one that the FBI agents have taken?”

“Yup.” Alan grinned wickedly. “And the original is still in our hands, and we can complete the retrieval of data that got erased by the burner app?” “Yes,” they replied simultaneously. I collapsed on the sofa and burst out into laughter, relieved and happy to have those two freaks by my side. Aren stood beside me, smiling and gesturing a thumbs-up to Alan and Norton. I smiled at my husband and shrugged. “I guess, we will notify Jack if we find something useful.” “Good idea.” Aren nodded before turning to the boys. “Good job, guys.” “It was the right thing to do,” Norton said, confidently raising his chin.

I knew I owed them a good dinner with high-quality alcohol, at least for what they did. As soon as Aren, Neil, and the lawyer left, I hugged both of them.

“Thank you, guys. I’ve no idea what I would do without you,” I said, on the verge of sobbing. “Chill babe!” Alan chuckled. “You are our boss’s wife. It is only natural that we’ll make sure that no fucker messes with you.” Norton nodded, approving Alan’s words before he sat back behind his desk. “We still have work to do,” he said, shifting his eyes to a computer screen. He was right. There was a chance that computer geeks working for the FBI would discover that what those agents took was a mere copy of Callan’s phone, and they would come back to search for the real one this time. We had to make sure that we retrieved all the files we could before that happened.

to an unidentified recipient, supposedly a burner phone.” “Let me see it,” I said, pushing myself to ride my office chair closer to his screen

glad that the message appeared to be one more piece of evidence of Callan’s involvement in my kidnapping and the whole

to a wry smile. We needed to dig deeper, hoping to recover something with a name or a place at least. After another hour, I dug into an incoming message from two weeks ago. I read it to the boys, “I know you want him

a grimace. “I doubt it. It’s not too specific, and the thing about the family… Aren must have taken a

behind the attack was wise enough not to use any specific names in the messages, giving us little to

his private elevator and heading toward the car. He looked pale and nervous. I could see that something was clearly off, but as he got inside the car, he gave me a

or someone on the still-crowdy Manhattan sidewalk. If I tried to ignore his

We are not in danger,” he assured, still looking around on both sides of the

urged, crossing my arms over my chest. “Nothing

wanted to kill him, doing everything for him, those words sounded especially painful. I

mean to yell at you, sunshine,”

it was time for me to

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