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.