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?

then when she felt a peculiar gaze glued on her. Following her instinct and looking up,

her from a glass door on the second

It was Anthony Bailey.

curled into a grin—that he himself was

Chris, on the other

Anthony help her? The kid was acting weird enough,

him off yesterday, so what was he doing here? Had

fallen for her?

replaced with a frown. Women would usually throw

any given chance, but why was Charmine acting all weird

gaze, the man trembled in fear as

you’d want us to help you

toward the stage, confident

Charmine needed, as of this second, was to take away everything from Tiffany;

no clue what

choice of dress and her ignorance

toad wanting to eat the

people like her. Who was

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

a disgrace

can put on with my design. If the

Chanel,” the designer

that said, all the lights in the ballroom suddenly

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

Charmine sat on the stage as she

hand supporting her chin. The delicateness of her facial features was displayed in all its

though she was resting

into a

did not impede her elegance from being emitted.

more of a mystifying fey with an aura of