Sentenced to Marriage by MadlainQ

Chapter 68

Secrets

Callan’s phone was locked with a fingerprint. To get any kind of data from the phone, we needed to bypass that lock first. There are many ways to hack into a phone that uses this kind of protection. One of them uses tape to clone the fingerprint, and that was our first method to try. Alan insisted that he would do it himself, claiming that he had done it a few times before… Well, I decided that it would be safer not to ask when he needed to break into someone else’s phone that way. Unfortunately, the fingerprint on the scanner had already been smudged, and there was nothing to clone… Since we had no way of getting Callan’s fingerprint, we needed to find another way around.

One of the simplest methods to bypass the lock is a hard reset, which also wasn’t an option. It wouldn’t make any sense to get access to a phone with all the data erased. We were left with one other method-we needed to convince the phone that the fingerprint scanner malfunctioned so that the system gave us a way to “fix it” the way we wanted.

This time, Norton took over the phone. After less than ten minutes, he placed his own index finger on the scanner and suddenly access was granted. As soon as he unlocked the phone, he looked at Alan and me with his eyes filled with contentment while the corners of his lips gently curled into a faint smile.

“Good job, Norton!” 1 clapped my hands, grinning at him. He gave me and Alan a tiny nod as his lips curled up a little more. After this one-minute celebration, our eyes shifted to the computer screen. I couldn’t explain it, but I had this gut feeling that we needed to work fast on retrieving that data for some reason…

“I found a trace of the burner app!” Alan exclaimed.

I was relieved that my suspicions were correct. Nonetheless, our work here had only just begun. A year ago, Alan and I created a program that would help to restore lost or accidentally deleted data. It wasn’t perfect, but we decided to run it to bring back everything that Callan had erased. Unfortunately, even if our program worked efficiently, we needed to wait at least a couple of hours for any effects. “Why don’t we check the data that wasn’t deleted in the meantime?” Alan suggested, with his eyes glowing

It was obvious that he couldn’t wait to check every intimate detail of the one guy who screwed up my self-esteem. I bet that he counted on finding something juicy that he could anonymously release on the internet. I knew that he would have done it for me and only if the Wintons tried to claim that their dearest son had been a saint, yet I still wasn’t too fond of the idea of letting him dig into Callan’s matters.

should look at his private messages, it should be Cora,” Norton stated. “He was her

but in the end, Norton and he decided to go downstairs to get a cup of coffee and left me alone with Callan’s private matters. My hands trembled. Checking Callan’s phone felt weird. I had my suspicions concerning his infidelity during our relationship, but I

he called. It was awkward. “What the hell am I even doing?” I muttered to myself. “I don’t

text messages and instantly felt sick. He was texting obnoxious things

the file folders had dates. My hands fisted in anger as I saw that some of those women were nearly unconscious. Had he taken those photos without them knowing? I bet that he could have easily blackmailed those women or

bathroom to throw up. I changed my mind. If my humanity loving conscience told me that I should have some pity for Callan

Suddenly, I found one folder that was password protected. Callan named that folder” My Treasure,” and the mere thought of what could be hidden inside gave me the creeps. I didn’t want to look at all those disgusting things on his phone, but I had a strange feeling that I needed to

I tried typing a few random passwords that I thought Callan might have used, like his mother’s name or his date of birth. Once none of them worked, I checked when the folder had been created… It was in March three years ago. “Oh, God…” I mumbled fearfully. My fingers typed another password as I took a shaky breath into my lungs, and this time the password was correct. I typed

on the desk in his room at the university dorm. I watched for a minute and each frame of that video was more disgusting than the previous one. I turned

floor for hours if it weren’t for Alan, who found me and carried me back to our office and put

asked Alan and Norton while placing

my face back in Aren’s chest. Alan took a deep breath and continued. “Callan recorded Cora when they were together… He also took hundreds of photos of naked

could feel his muscles tense as fury rose within him.” Can you search the net and check if that fucker has ever released that damn video?” he asked Alan

replied. “We only need two screenshots from the video, and then we can trace and

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