The Heiress Spoiled by Four Brothers and One Devilish CEO-Chapter 107 Samuel Was The Legendary Hacker God?

Chapter 107: Chapter 107 Samuel Was The Legendary Hacker God?

The warm September sun gently bathed everything in gold, just like the bright, warm smile on the woman’s face.

Megan looked at the kind, friendly expression on Stella’s face and hesitated—she couldn’t quite bring herself to say no.

But suddenly calling someone "Godmother"? Yeah, that wasn’t something she could just decide on her own. She had to talk it over with Tristan first. It wasn’t just about her—it practically meant he’d be getting a new mom too.

Sure, the Lewis and Reid families were close, but still—this was a pretty big deal.

She gave a light cough, thinking to tell them she’d need to check in with her fiancé before agreeing.

But before she could open her mouth, a lilting, cheerful voice rang out from behind her.

Turning to look, Megan saw Amelia walking toward them.

In just a couple of hours, the double murder at Riverside Hospital had shot to the top of the trending search list—yet here Amelia was, smiling like nothing had happened. Honestly, her composure was almost impressive.

"Mom, Samuel," she said sweetly as she slipped past Megan and latched onto Stella’s arm like the perfect little daughter.

Then she turned to Megan with a bright, innocent smile. "Hey Meg! You’re here!"

Megan studied her for a second. The plagiarism drama hadn’t shaken her one bit. It was like that embarrassing mess from the other day had happened to someone else entirely.

Samuel’s brows pulled together. Lately already irritated by Blackwing issues, his mood had slightly improved seeing Megan—but Amelia’s voice instantly ruined that fragile peace.

His tone turned frosty. "Why are you here?"

Amelia acted all coy and harmless. "Didn’t you say last night that Mom wanted some custom outfits from Meg? I thought I could tag along and learn a thing or two. If I’m not talented enough, I’ve got to make it up by learning more, right?"

Stella wisely dropped the whole godmother talk, probably not wanting to bruise Amelia’s ego in front of everyone.

She gave Megan’s hand a light pat. "Come on in, have some juice."

Megan gave a nod and followed behind Stella and Amelia.

Walking alongside her, Samuel leaned in a little. "I had no idea she’d show up too. Sorry about that. Since it’s Mom, I couldn’t exactly throw her out."

Megan didn’t show any direct hostility toward Amelia—but that didn’t mean she was going to play nice either.

She chuckled quietly. "Just try not to let your lovely ’little sister’ pop up in front of me too often."

Samuel murmured under his breath, "She’s not my sister."

The living room was full of sleek black, white, and gray leather furniture—tasteful, modern, rich without showing off.

Megan glanced at him sideways. "Didn’t peg you for having good taste."

"Thanks." Samuel rubbed the back of his neck, a bit shy. Getting any kind of praise was a rare moment for him.

Stella motioned for Megan to sit beside her on the couch, while Amelia took the other side.

Pulling on disposable gloves, Stella started peeling oranges with practiced ease. "They’re perfect this time of year—not too sweet, not too sour. Great for juicing. Fresh orange juice is full of vitamin C, good for your skin and health."

She dropped the peeled segments into the juicer. In no time, two glasses of orange juice were ready.

Stella handed one each to Megan and Amelia.

Megan graciously accepted hers and thanked her.

Amelia, on the other hand, laid the praise on thick.

Stella cut her off mid-sentence and turned to Megan, curiosity shining in her eyes. "Meg, any plans on when to have a baby?"

Megan nearly choked on her juice. "Probably after graduation."

Stella clasped her hand, gently stroking it, clearly fond. "Women really should have kids young. I started my career at eighteen, got married at nineteen, had Oliver at twenty. Always wanted a daughter, but go figure—four sons before I finally..."

Her voice caught. The sparkle in her eyes faded.

Across from her, Amelia’s gaze dimmed. The glass she held to her lips froze mid-movement.She always knew the Lewis family—especially Stella—could never move on from the daughter who was mistakenly switched at birth.

No matter how hard she tried, Megan could never compare to blood ties. That bar was always going to be out of reach.

She hated it, hated it so much that over the years, she kept tampering with DNA test results using stray strands of hair.

When Samuel noticed Stella’s voice catching, he easily guessed she was once again thinking of the sister he’d never met.

He decided to change the subject: "Megan, want to check out the rest of the house?"

Megan got the hint. She finished her juice and placed the glass gently on the coffee table. "The juice was amazing, Mrs. Banks. Thank you."

She followed Samuel up the zigzag staircase.

Behind them, Amelia’s eyes darkened like they were soaked in poison, like she’d explode if she stared any longer. She finally looked away once the two disappeared down the hall.

She grabbed Stella’s delicate hand. "Mom, don’t be sad. You’ll definitely find her one day."

A faint smile tugged at Stella’s lips. "Thank you, Amelia. I know you understand how I feel. And I know you miss your parents too—don’t worry, we’ll do everything possible to find them."

Amelia nodded, but on the inside, she was on the verge of a breakdown.

God knew how badly she wanted her biological parents to just vanish. If they disappeared off the face of the earth, there’d be no threat to her spot as the Lewis family’s princess.

She gently patted Stella’s back—pulling off the perfect daughter act like a pro.

Meanwhile, Samuel led Megan through each room like a tour guide.

Megan was bored out of her mind. Every room looked like it had been copy-pasted—same style, same furniture, no surprises.

When Samuel opened the last door, his tone shifted slightly. "This one’s mine."

Megan looked around—the curtains were barely open, just enough to let in a sliver of light. The sunny afternoon didn’t stand a chance of breaking through that gloom. It felt suffocating.

She strode over and pulled the curtains wide open.

In an instant, sunlight flooded the room and even the tiniest dust specks in the air danced vividly.

Then Samuel’s phone buzzed.

He put it to his ear and gestured to Megan that he’d step outside for the call.

But Megan ignored him. She casually settled into the leather swivel chair at his desk.

Tapping her finger on the tabletop, she watched as the monitor suddenly lit up—strings of garbled code flashing across the screen.

Her expression shifted. Someone was remotely hacking Samuel’s computer.

Amidst the chaos on screen, she picked up on something: the intruder was tearing down his firewall, trying to trace his IP.

What the hell... Who’d he piss off?

She hadn’t planned to get involved, but hey, she did steal twenty-seven million from him—guess she owed him one.

Her fingers flew across the keyboard.

She couldn’t build a stronger firewall—that would raise red flags—so instead, she picked apart the attacker’s code.

Soon, she cracked it. The aggressive assault halted.

Megan slipped into the intruder’s system—and realized she’d already broken this exact firewall earlier that morning.

She tried to pinpoint the location. For a moment, a red dot popped up on the map—then it vanished.

The hacker caught on and bailed, even destroyed their gear.

Who the heck was this?

Digging deeper, she accessed Samuel’s core system—browsed through his firewall code.

And then it hit her like a slap to the face.

The one she’d defeated so many times was... Samuel.

Samuel was the legendary hacker god?

No wonder he was always sniffing around for info on Blackwing.

God, if he discovered she was Blackwing, his face would be priceless. Like he just chugged something nasty.

She couldn’t help it—Megan snorted out a laugh.

Quickly, she logged out and scrubbed all traces of her presence. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

She leaned back, fingers drumming on the chair arms, a lazy rhythm.

As she spun the chair around, the smile froze on her face.