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

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

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

Should she send this

as ruined

She received another email.

three

a typed-out

famous supermodel Tiffany Jordan paid for her sister’s

as her hands quaked

make headlines around the

prison!

Wait. I’ll send you nude

choice but to run into her bathroom,

her eye mask.

did not want to do such a shameless thing, she had

likely some crazy fanboy who

even if her nude got circulated, she could insist they

this chaos. She could even gain

more bearable compared to the

these thoughts, Tiffany bit her lips and

…

At Violet Villa…

in front of her computer screen on the desk, Charmine muttered quietly as she sipped

wine,

“Three, two, one.”

email showed up in her inbox at that

photo attached to it. Under the shower head

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

fish

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

then when a man dressed in casual wear

the man stared at Charmine coldly and spoke, “Charmine, you might

forget the real reason why you’re