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 would

Host a press conference and confess her wrongdoings?

public? Should she send this person her

be just as ruined

She received another email.

three

a screenshot of a typed-out post on Weibo was

most famous supermodel Tiffany Jordan paid

her hands quaked without

make headlines around the

prison!

Wait. I’ll send you

no choice but to run into her bathroom, she even picked

her eye mask.

want to do such a shameless

crazy fanboy who wanted to entertain himself with her

she could insist they were photoshopped by

She could even gain

more bearable compared to

Tiffany bit her lips and took

At Violet Villa…

the desk, Charmine muttered quietly as she

wine,

“Three, two, one.”

in her inbox at

Under the shower head was Tiffany in her

soaked. She looked into the camera holding a cucumber, imitating that of a

fish

blame Tiffany for choosing this option, however ugly

wear

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

the real

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