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

Host a press conference and confess her wrongdoings? What difference

she send this person her nude

be just as ruined as

She received another email.

three more

screenshot of a typed-out post on

Jordan paid

turned pale as her hands quaked

revealed, it would make headlines around the world, and she would likely

prison!

I’ll send you nude right

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

her eye mask.

such a shameless thing, she had no other

fanboy who wanted to entertain

her nude got circulated, she could insist

could even gain more

was more bearable compared

thoughts, Tiffany bit her lips and took a nude in

At Violet Villa…

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

wine,

“Three, two, one.”

in her inbox at

attached to it. Under the shower head was

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

smirked. The fish took the

for

in casual wear suddenly entered through the door

deadpan look, the man stared at Charmine coldly

don’t forget the real reason

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