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

town—said she could not help,

conference and confess her wrongdoings? What

from the screenshots going public? Should she send this person

ruined

She received another email.

have three more

the email, a screenshot of a typed-out post on Weibo

Jordan paid for her

turned pale as her hands quaked

this was to be revealed, it would make headlines around the world, and she would likely end

prison!

I’ll send you nude

but to run into her bathroom, she even picked up

her eye mask.

such a shameless thing, she had

crazy fanboy who wanted to

nude got circulated, she could insist

She could even gain more

was more bearable

bit her lips and took a

At Violet Villa…

front of her computer screen on the desk, Charmine muttered quietly as she

wine,

“Three, two, one.”

email showed up in her inbox

to it. Under the shower

looked into the camera holding a cucumber, imitating that of a seductive

smirked. The fish took the

for

wear suddenly

look, the man stared at Charmine

forget the real reason

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