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

town—said she could not help, anyone

could she do? Host a press conference and confess her wrongdoings? What difference

she send this person

ruined as the first

She received another email.

have three more

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

famous supermodel Tiffany Jordan paid for her sister’s

pale as her hands quaked

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

prison!

this. Wait. I’ll send you

choice but to run into her bathroom,

her eye mask.

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

who wanted to entertain

even if her nude got circulated, she could insist they were photoshopped

dissolve this chaos. She could even gain more male fans with her

was more

lips

…

At Violet Villa…

computer screen on the desk, Charmine

wine,

“Three, two, one.”

in

Under the shower head

the camera holding a cucumber,

smirked. The fish took

Tiffany for choosing this

a man dressed in casual wear suddenly entered through the door

stared at Charmine

don’t forget the real