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?

she felt a peculiar gaze glued on her. Following her instinct and looking

looking right into her from a

It was Anthony Bailey.

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

Chris, on the other hand, waved enthusiastically at

was startled. Why would Anthony help her? The kid was acting

off yesterday, so what

fallen for her?

grin slowly receded, replaced with a frown. Women would usually throw

chance, but why was Charmine acting all weird and

in fear as he quickly added, “Miss Jordan,

you’d want us

toward the

second, was

the crowd had no clue what

Charmine’s choice of dress and her ignorance

to eat the meat

her. Who was she

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

a person like her? It would be a disgrace

If the panel decides to let a

Chanel,” the designer

the lights in the ballroom suddenly

a few seconds of darkness, a light green spotlight appeared as it flitted to the

stage. Charmine sat on the stage as she leaned against the

chin. The delicateness of her

resting

out into a

impede her elegance from being emitted. On the contrary, it made

mystifying fey with an aura of coldness