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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

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

Should she send this person her

ruined as the

She received another email.

three more

a typed-out post on Weibo was

supermodel Tiffany Jordan paid for

as her

be revealed, it would make headlines around

prison!

this. Wait. I’ll

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

her eye mask.

want to do such

who wanted

nude got circulated, she could insist they were photoshopped by

She could even gain more male

more bearable compared

these thoughts, Tiffany bit her lips and took a nude in the

…

At Violet Villa…

the desk, Charmine muttered quietly as she sipped

wine,

“Three, two, one.”

showed up in her inbox

it. Under the shower head was Tiffany in her

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

smirked. The fish took

well. Nobody could blame Tiffany for choosing

man dressed in casual wear suddenly entered through the door of

at Charmine coldly and spoke, “Charmine, you

but don’t forget the