I followed Hilton into his pure black G-class Mercedes, where he directly threw me a computer.
"Help me to check it."
Oh, so he was using me to help him.
I frowned and looked at him.
Under the faint dim light of the night, his thin profile and chin became more prominent. This was like the aura emanated from his whole body, cold and distant.
I swallowed down the complaint that I wanted to blurt out, and asked in a clever and obedient manner, "Mr. Packman, what's the problem?"
"Our company's security system was hacked and we still can't find the person behind it."
A cool voice sounded from the passenger seat in front of me, which startled me.
Oh, someone sat in front.
I looked over and saw a meticulous man wear a pair of eyeglasses with golden frame. With slicked-back hair, he was l
