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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

a press conference

from the screenshots going public? Should she send this person

just as ruined as the first

She received another email.

have three

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

most famous supermodel Tiffany Jordan

her hands quaked without

this was to be revealed, it would make headlines around

prison!

send this. Wait. I’ll

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

her eye mask.

not want to do such a

fanboy who wanted to entertain himself with her nude

she could insist they were photoshopped by

She could even

choice was more bearable compared to the

her lips and took a

…

At Violet Villa…

computer screen on the

wine,

“Three, two, one.”

up in her inbox at

Under the shower head was Tiffany in

looked into the camera holding a cucumber,

smirked. The fish took the

well. Nobody could blame Tiffany for choosing this option, however

dressed in casual wear suddenly entered through the

deadpan look, the man stared at Charmine coldly and spoke, “Charmine, you

the