Chapter 411
Chapter 411:
Such morally reprehensible actions were matched only by his distorted thinking.
“You were filming me secretly. I saw you,” Fernanda retorted. “I even saw the contents of your phone.”
The man scoffed. “Ridiculous! When did I ever secretly film you? Don’t overestimate yourself! Just because you’re attractive doesn’t mean everyone’s interested. You claim I recorded you? Where’s the evidence? Show it.”
Confident due to his broken phone and believing all evidence was gone, he was now trying to play the victim.
Fernanda laughed derisively and replied, “Do you really think destroying your phone erases everything? Your videos and messages are all backed up. No matter the state of your phone, we can retrieve it.”
“You’re full of it!” he said, unconvinced. “Stop trying to intimidate me! If you have evidence, show it. Enough with the baseless claims!”
Confronted with his disbelief, Fernanda smirked.
“Alright,” she responded evenly. “I’ll show everyone here the proof to demonstrate that you’re twisting the truth.”
She then walked to the wall, retrieved the broken phone pieces, and proceeded to the lounge area near the entrance, where she borrowed a computer.
Fernanda connected the phone to the computer through a data cable, downloaded some recovery software, and began extracting the data.
The man’s anxiety mounted as he watched her take determined steps to expose him. His understanding of technology was limited; he typically used his phone merely for calls, messages, and light entertainment like videos and games.
He believed that once his phone was shattered, all its data was lost forever, akin to erased chat histories.
As a result, the concept of data recovery was beyond his understanding.
Soon after, an audible gasp swept through the gym.
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Everyone’s eyes were drawn to the large screen, which unexpectedly shifted from a weightlifting tutorial to displaying the contents of the phone.
Displayed prominently was a group chat rife with crude language, populated by hundreds of participants.
Fernanda navigated to the photo gallery, exposing numerous videos—many covertly recorded by the man, others downloaded from various sites.
The most recent video featured Fernanda herself.
She recognized the setting and her outfit in the thumbnail without even playing the video; it was unmistakably her.
The onlookers now looked at the man with disdain, their faces reflecting a unanimous verdict—Fernanda’s accusations had been justified; the man was indeed disgusting.
Frozen, the man stared at the screen, his disbelief evident.
How was it possible that the phone’s contents were still accessible, even though the device was broken?
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