The Untouchable Ex-Wife

Chapter 194

After leaving the hospital, Renee grabbed a cab back to the Everheart residence.

In her hand was a USB flash drive that contained the hospital’s surveillance footage she downloaded.

Renee transferred the data into her computer and quickly skimmed through the surveillance footage of the day of the incident.

Sure enough, what should have been a video of more than ten hours had only less than an hour remaining, the rest deleted.

All that remained was footage that disadvantaged Margaret. It seemingly reinforced Briar’s claim that Margaret forced and and threatened Briar to get an abortion.

“How cunning of you. Briar Desrosiers!”

Renee did not panic. She pushed her rimless glasses up her nose and started typing a long string of codes, attempting to hack into the hospital’s cloud storage system.

Generally, public places such as hospitals, schools, and shopping malls would have cloud storage systems.

These systems would back up video data such as surveillance footage.

In other words, any video data that existed in the systems could be repaired and could be stolen.

hospital’s cloud storage system seemed to have been deliberately strengthened with the most advanced encryption technology. Even after trying for half an hour, Renee could not hack into it. In the end, the system even locked on

“Damn it!”

the sound of incessant typing. It was a war without gun–smoke. The

expert. It was no doubt meant a prevention measure against her. There was no way a bimbo like Briar Desrosiers could

meant it must have been

faint fluorescence glow. It illuminated Renee’s face, making her look

use any underhanded method to

felt a

could not obtain the full surveillance footage to prove Margaret’s innocence in three days, Margaret

precarious situation…

pondering for a moment, Renee dialed a

Haze

like a handsome vampire in the dark night, mysterious and full

charm.

finally remember me, my

joked with

online jokingly referred to Phoenix and

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