Warning My Mommy is A Savage

Chapter 12

Chris Bailey pulled on Anthony Bailey’s sleeves. “Daddy, Daddy, help Mommy! Someone is bullying

Mommy!” he whined.

With a passive expression, Anthony reached for his phone, searched for a contact, and dialed it. Once

the person answered, he spoke, “Charmine is mine, people.”

In the hall, the person-in-charge looked at his phone dubiously before he looked at Charmine who was

currently held back by the security. He was scared to death with what he had just heard. Goodness…

This woman was Anthony Bailey’s people?

“Stop it. Stop! Don’t hurt this lady here!” he shrieked as though downright fearing for his life.

What just happened?

The securities were befuddled while the crowd went quiet in disbelief. Was she not unwanted? What

changed his mind?

The person-in-charge walked up to Charmine in an instant and bowed to her. “You must be Miss

Jordan. You said you needed one minute, right? Please, take all the time you need,” he sputtered, and

rather respectfully at that. “Here at Chanel, we’ve always strived to be fair and just. If you’re willing to

give it a try, we welcome you wholeheartedly.”

Charmine frowned; his attitude changed at the speed of a reader flipping her book. Who was on the

line of his call?

peculiar gaze glued on her. Following her instinct

right into her from a glass door

It was Anthony Bailey.

was he doing here? Anthony’s lips curled into a grin—that he himself

at him. Chris, on the other hand, waved enthusiastically

help her? The

yesterday, so what was

fallen for her?

receded, replaced with a frown. Women would usually

given chance, but why was Charmine acting all weird

gaze, the man trembled in fear as he quickly

us to help you

toward the stage, confident in

of this second, was to take away everything from

and fame. Of course, the crowd had no clue what was going on. They

of dress and her ignorance

wanting to eat the meat of a swan. A chance already seemed way

for people like her.

understand what the person-in-charge

a person like her? It would be a disgrace if this woman were to

the panel decides to let a no-body stay, I’ll

the designer

the lights in

light green spotlight appeared as

the stage. Charmine sat on the stage as she leaned

one hand supporting her chin. The delicateness of her

languidly, as though she was resting on

into a

impede her elegance from being emitted. On the

more of a mystifying fey with an aura of coldness and