The man raised an eyebrow, a faint curve appeared at the corner of his mouth, looking gentle, yet a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.
Tracy's slender brows furrowed, and she nodded, "Sure there's no backup..."
She suddenly stopped speaking when she mentioned "backup". Backup? Is there a backup?
She remembered something, since she used an Apple phone, and had it connected with her Apple tablet. Whenever she took a photo with her phone, they appeared on her tablet. It was, in a way, a backup.
How could she have forgotten!? And recently, she lent her tablet to a friend who was studying for their master's degree, could it be that her friend leaked it?
Tracy's brows furrowed even tighter, considering that it could be possible, as her friend liked going online, following celebrities, watching shows, often checking out forums, and really liked gossip; if she saw the photos, she could very well have posted them online.
