Warning: My Mommy Is A Savage! By Seeking A Peaceful

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

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

conference and confess her wrongdoings? What

she send this person her nude then?

as ruined as the first

She received another email.

three more

a screenshot of a typed-out post

supermodel Tiffany Jordan paid for

as her hands quaked

would make headlines around the

prison!

this. Wait. I’ll send you

bathroom, she even picked up the cucumber

her eye mask.

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

fanboy who wanted to entertain himself with her

circulated, she could insist

even gain

this choice was more bearable compared

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

…

At Violet Villa…

on the desk, Charmine muttered quietly

wine,

“Three, two, one.”

showed up in

Under the shower head was Tiffany

soaked. She looked into the camera holding a

The fish

Nobody could blame Tiffany for

a man dressed in casual wear

stared at Charmine coldly and spoke, “Charmine, you

but don’t forget the real reason