Warning! Mrs. Packman Is Top Hacker

"Rachel Garn, the Garn family has raised you 20 years. Now it's the time to pay back."

I sat on the sofa and looked at my stepmother Helena Jeffrey. I only smiled ironically.

For as long as I could remember, they had constantly emphasized that back then it was them who brought me back from the welfare home. Otherwise I would have starved to death.

Helena nagged every day that my greatest value was to marry another family. In fact, it was to let me bed another man in exchange for family benefits.

"Rachel, I'm talking to you. Do you hear me or not?"

Obviously Helena was angry again.

She was always like this and had zero patience with me.

But she still thought I was that little girl ten years ago, the girl who would do whatever she said to please her and to avoid being starved.

"Rachel," my younger sister Regina Garn crossed her legs and looked at me with contempt, "You also know there have been some small problems with family company. We need help of the Quenzer family, which is the largest family in H Country. You are lucky to marry them."

I looked at her small breasts, ill-fitting Chanel dress on her body, and the pale liquid foundation on her face.

It was no secret that Duke Quenzer was already 50 years old. It was a question as to whether he could still manage to get erected. As the only biological daughter of the Garn family, they naturally were unwilling to marry Regina to Duke.

Therefore this luck fell on me.

I then said, "Since Mr. Quenzer is such an ideal candidate, why don't you go? Or are you afraid he won't satisfy you in bed? Oh, I forgot. After all, you have been craving for Hilton Packman for a long time. You even masturbate in your room."

"Pity. Hilton isn't interested in you. Last month you got naked and sneaked into his room, but you got thrown out."

I calmly spoke out her scandal.

Hilton was the man Regina had been longing for for a long time. He was also the most dazzling and sparkling young star in the entire H Country.

Unfortunately a man who was even interested in taking the land used as nursing homes was not good, even with his thousands of houses and fortunes.

I thought about the encountering I had just had on the Internet and rolled my eyes.

Regina was so angry that her face turned pale. She was surprised that I would speak bad of her in front of the whole family. I had long been weak and timid in front of them.

Suddenly she was furious. But she couldn't hurt her image as an obedient and cute girl. She suppressed her anger and said, "Sister, Mr. Quenzer is very good. How can you say so?"

Helena also added, "I have spoken with your father. Tonight we'll hold a banquet for your engagement. Make yourself presentable."

"Whatever." I replied.

I didn't care about it and went back to the nanny's room where I had lived for more than a decade. Lying on the wide bed, I turned on my phone.

Looking at the huge headline, I couldn't help laughing out.

The headline read, "Marron Group was hacked. 100 Million of Loss."

Looking at the handsome face on the screen that enchanted countless women, I felt prouder.

Hilton Packman probably would never know that his computer was hacked by a female.

...

In the evening, the maid at home brought me a gown. I looked at it and laughed instantly.

What gown was this? It was obviously sexy lingerie!

How thoughtful of my family.

I threw the rags aside and was about to walk out of my room. Then the door was kicked open.

I looked outside the door, perplexed.

There were seven or eight bodyguards at the door. Also the three persons of the Garn family were present.

In the middle was the man I just saw on the Internet who made headlines -- Hilton.

He was tall and handsome in a custom-made suit. His lean face looked like a cold sculpture.

Why did he show up all of a sudden? Did he find out I hacked his server this morning?

I immediately exhibited fear and weakness and fragility, which was my usual face in daily life.

"Mr. Packman?"

"You get out."

Hilton's brown eyes were deep, and it was difficult to see how he felt now.

The assistant beside him said softly, "Boss, this is Rachel. The eldest daughter of the Garn family you are looking for."

"Take her."

Before I could react, the bodyguards beside him dragged me out.

"Dad, mum, help me..."

I looked at Mr. and Ms. Garn in fear.

Indeed they didn't fail me.

Seeing this, they just said to Hilton with a flattering face, "Mr. Packman, this disgusting woman has nothing to do with our family. We just picked her up outside the welfare home. She is now handed over to you."

I wasn't surprised at all.

The reason why Mr. and Ms. Garn family adopted me was to win a good impression, so as to attract investment. For this adoption they even organized a press conference, making it such a scene.

I was stuffed into a van and I didn't know where the van would take me to.

I started feeling uncertain and disturbed.

This guy! What was he up to exactly...

The car drove all the way to Hilton's villa. Then I was thrown into the villa by his bodyguards.

Hilton sat on the sofa with a glass of red wine in his hand. He looked down at me.

"Who told you to do it?"

His deep, low and magnetic voice pulled me out of my pondering. The next second I was suddenly pulled up by one hand. He was holding my chin and looked so indifferent and distant.

"I have no patience."

"Hilton," I felt aggrieved, "I... I don't know what you're talking about. Why did you arrest me?"

"Who told you to hack my server?"

"Mr. Packman, what are you talking about?" I looked at his dark bright eyes and played innocent.

He was like a fierce animal watching its prey. His whole body exuded a chilling air of murder.

"You mean you didn't involve in the money that was transferred from my account and the inexplicable purchases of real estate and stocks?"

Hilton seemed to be amused.

He stood up and condescended to look at me.

He was tall with broad shoulders and a slim waist. With his eyes looking down, the corner of his thin lips was lifted up like the shape of a sickle.

I was still timid and afraid, shaking my head wildly.

"You have three seconds to think about confessing. Then I'll spare your life."

He sounded impatient.

He did not believe that a woman wouldn't fight against him for no reason.

I stuck to the idea of playing a complete fool. So I still shook my head.

He stood up straight, expressionless.

"One."

I lifted my head. My pupils contracted and my heart was beating faster.

"Three," he mercilessly turned around, "Sidney Wein, throw her to Demon."

"No. You didn't say two!" I struggled but I was held down tightly by the bodyguard called Sidney.

He looked the same as Hilton, with a cold face like a statue.

He directly put me on his shoulder. No matter how I punched and hit him, he wasn't affected. He walked stably to a house at the end of the corridor.

The heavy iron door was pushed open, and a current of bloody damp air flew into my nasal cavity.

The room inside was pitch dark, which was a sign of danger.

I swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Just when I wanted to ask Sidney where this was, he threw me directly on the ground.

I endured the pain on my wrist and raised my head. I only saw his cold back.

He closed the door and took the last light with him.

In the darkness I was like a blind person who could see nothing. I held my breath, and my hearing became extremely sensitive.

I could feel something approaching me in the darkness.

Was it Demon Hilton mentioned?

I pushed back with the help of my memory, then I leaned against the door to gain a little security. I then attached myself closely to the iron door and remained vigilant.

Suddenly, I felt an itch in my neck.

I automatically withdrew my neck back.

Clicking!

My shoulder touched the switch, and the room was lit up.

The light stung my eyes, and it took me a long time to open eyes.

At the moment of seeing clearly the creature in front of me, I almost gave up my legs and sat down directly.

A muscular, vigilant and cruel white tiger was glaring at me.

So Demon was a white tiger!

It lifted its foot and came closer to me.

I dared not gasp.

All I could hear in the room was the beating of my heart and the rubbing of Demon's fur.

Its pink nose touched my shoulder and it sniffed.

Then, it slowly opened its mouth.

Just when I thought I was dead and willingly closed my eyes, it stopped.

I opened my eyes in doubt.

Why didn't it bite?

I've heard that animals whose family was from cats all liked to play with their prey and eat it when the prey was dead. Did it also want to...

I was terrified to see the doubt in its amber eyes.

Then, it sniffed near my shoulder again as if it wanted to confirm something.

My earlobes tickled as the wet tip of its nose brushed across.

Finally, it took a step back and pressed its head against me.

Was this...

Fawning?

I reached out my hand and stroked its head, and it actually lay down directly.

Looking at its plump pink belly, I could not help but stroking it.

I was satisfied to hear the purr from its throat.

I also felt a bit relaxed at this moment. While petting the "cat", I checked around the room.

A flashing red dot made me realize there was camera here.

I wondered whether Hilton would be disappointed when he saw I didn't get frightened and didn't beg for mercy as he had planned.