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

in town—said she could not help, anyone else would

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

screenshots going public? Should she send this

be just as ruined

She received another email.

three more

the email, a screenshot of a typed-out post on Weibo was attached. The

supermodel Tiffany Jordan

pale as her hands quaked without

would make headlines around

prison!

send this. Wait. I’ll send

bathroom, she even picked up the

her eye mask.

to do such a shameless thing, she had no other choice.

most likely some crazy fanboy who wanted

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

of ways to dissolve this chaos. She could even gain more male

more bearable compared to

her lips

…

At Violet Villa…

the

wine,

“Three, two, one.”

showed up in her

Tiffany’s photo attached to it. Under the shower head was Tiffany in her

camera holding a cucumber, imitating that of a seductive

smirked. The fish took the

could blame Tiffany for choosing this option, however

man dressed in casual wear suddenly entered through the door of the

a deadpan look, the man stared at Charmine coldly and spoke,

the