Chapter 8

Fists clenched tight, Tiffany called her manager, Veronica Ramos right away.

“Find out who sent me the anonymous email in the next five minutes. I want his information,” ordered

Tiffany.

Tiffany believed she could blackmail this person into conceding defeat once she obtained their

information. Nobody could ever walk over her.

Alas…

Five minutes later, Veronica called her again, but she came without good news.

“Tiffany, I’m sorry. I found the best hacker in town and used up all my connections and resources, but

we still couldn’t break in the sender’s IP address.”

“How is this possible? I thought we had the best team?!” Tiffany’s fear had gotten the best of her as

her voice raised a few octaves. “Now we can’t even break into an anonymous IP?!”

She was the most celebrated supermodel in the world, armed with the finest of resources and best

connections. There was no way such a thing could happen to her.

“The hacker has skills we can’t compete against. We don’t know their identity, and even the best

hacker in our team couldn’t break his IP. Tiffany, perhaps you could come up with other plans to keep

him silenced. If this goes public, your reputation will be completely ruined,” Veronica tried to reason

with her, and a sigh escaped her lips soon after.

Tiffany fell onto her bed in disbelief. Veronica was her manager and assistant. If she—a person who

best resources in town—said she could not help, anyone else would be

press conference and confess her

going public? Should she send this person her

ruined as

She received another email.

have three

typed-out post on Weibo was

famous supermodel Tiffany Jordan paid for her sister’s

pale as her hands quaked without

revealed, it would make headlines around

prison!

Wait. I’ll

bathroom, she even picked up the

her eye mask.

want to do such

who wanted to entertain himself with her nude

circulated, she could

chaos. She could even gain more male

was more bearable compared to

lips and took a nude in

At Violet Villa…

her computer screen on the desk,

wine,

“Three, two, one.”

showed up in her inbox

Tiffany’s photo attached to it. Under the shower head was

looked into the camera holding a cucumber, imitating that of

fish took the

for choosing this option, however ugly

wear

at Charmine coldly and

don’t forget the

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