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?

gaze glued on her. Following her instinct and

her from a

It was Anthony Bailey.

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

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

help her? The kid

already told him off yesterday, so what was he doing

fallen for her?

with a frown.

chance, but why was Charmine acting

the man trembled in fear as he quickly added, “Miss

you’d want us

She marched toward the stage,

was

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

and her ignorance to compete for

perceived as the toad wanting to eat the meat of a swan. A chance already

people like her. Who was

understand what the person-in-charge was doing. How could

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 quit

Chanel,” the designer

all the lights in the ballroom suddenly went

of darkness, a light green spotlight appeared as it flitted to the T-stage.

stage. Charmine sat on the

delicateness of her facial features was displayed in

she was resting on

into

did not impede her elegance from being emitted. On the

of a mystifying fey with an aura of coldness