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 be

Host a press conference and confess her wrongdoings?

she send this person her nude

be just as ruined as

She received another email.

three

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

famous supermodel Tiffany Jordan

pale as her hands quaked without

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

prison!

send this. Wait. I’ll send you nude

to run into her bathroom, she even picked up the cucumber she

her eye mask.

want to do such a

fanboy who wanted to entertain himself

she could insist they

She could even gain

this choice was more bearable compared to the

bit her lips and took

At Violet Villa…

her computer screen on the desk, Charmine

wine,

“Three, two, one.”

email showed up in her inbox

email had Tiffany’s photo attached to it. Under the shower head

holding a cucumber,

fish

well. Nobody could blame Tiffany for choosing

in casual wear

at Charmine coldly and spoke,

don’t forget the real

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