Warning My Mommy is A Savage

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

could not help, anyone else

conference and confess her wrongdoings? What

she send this

be just as ruined as

She received another email.

three more

screenshot of a typed-out post on Weibo was

Tiffany Jordan paid for her

pale as her hands

to be revealed, it would make headlines around

prison!

I’ll

had no choice but to run into her bathroom, she even picked up the cucumber she

her eye mask.

much she did not want to do such a shameless thing, she had no other

most likely some crazy fanboy who wanted to

she could insist they were photoshopped

chaos. She could even gain more male fans with her nude.

choice was more bearable compared

these thoughts, Tiffany bit her lips and took a nude in

…

At Violet Villa…

on the desk, Charmine muttered quietly

wine,

“Three, two, one.”

email showed up in her inbox at that

to it. Under the

holding a cucumber, imitating

fish

well. Nobody could blame Tiffany for choosing this option,

man dressed in casual wear suddenly entered through the door

at Charmine coldly and spoke, “Charmine, you might have

forget the real reason why you’re