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?

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

a glass door

It was Anthony Bailey.

curled into a grin—that he himself

up at him. Chris, on the other hand,

was startled. Why would Anthony help her? The kid was acting weird enough, but his

already told him off yesterday,

fallen for her?

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

given chance, but why was

in fear as

want us to help you

marched toward the stage, confident in

was

the crowd had no clue what was going on.

and her ignorance to

the meat of a swan. A chance already seemed way

for people like her. Who was she

the designer did not understand what the person-in-charge was

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

anyone can put on with my design. If the panel decides to let a no-body stay,

the designer

all the lights in the

spotlight appeared as it flitted to the

mysteriously appeared on the stage. Charmine sat on the stage as she leaned

of her facial features was displayed

resting on a summer’s afternoon. Her dark green

out into a retro-like

flaming red lips did not impede her elegance from being emitted. On the contrary,

more of a mystifying fey with an