Sentenced to Marriage by MadlainQ novel 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.

“If anyone should look at his private messages, it should be Cora,” Norton stated. “He was her ex-boyfriend. She should do it without our help.”

I was grateful that he said it. Alan was reluctant about his idea, 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 had never even thought about looking into his phone,

and now I was scrolling through the list of the numbers he called. It was awkward. “What the hell am I even doing?” I muttered to myself. “I don’t even know any of those numbers and I doubt that any of those calls had anything to do with my kidnapping…”

I took a deep breath to clear my mind. As much as I didn’t enjoy doing it, I knew that I couldn’t leave anything unchecked. I went through his text messages and instantly felt sick. He was texting obnoxious things to countless women. I couldn’t even read most of them since they were all nauseating beyond the level I was able to stand. But I was soon going to find out that the worst part was yet to come..

Callan had around fifty file folders of pictures-pictures of naked women in obscene poses. Well, I could have expected that much from a perverted creep like him. Yet, the terrifying fact behind those photos was that they had all been taken by his phone camera, and 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 sold those photos to some other perverted fuckers….

I couldn’t take it. I ran to the bathroom to throw up. I changed my mind. If my humanity loving conscience told me that I should have some pity for Callan because of his death, that feeling was now gone. I hoped that he went straight to hell for what he had done.

I washed my face with cold water and went back to go through the rest of the files on Callan’s phone. 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 check that one folder no matter what.