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

her from a glass door on the

It was Anthony Bailey.

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

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

her? The kid was

already told him off yesterday, so

fallen for her?

grin slowly receded, replaced with a frown.

any given chance, but why was Charmine acting all weird and

Anthony’s powerful gaze, the man trembled in fear as

want us

She marched toward the stage, confident in

this second, was

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

of dress and her ignorance

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

for people like her. Who

the person-in-charge was doing. How

be a disgrace if this woman were

can put on with my design. If the panel decides to

Chanel,” the designer

that said, all the lights in the ballroom suddenly

spotlight appeared as it flitted

on the stage. Charmine sat on the

chin. The delicateness of her facial features was displayed in

was resting on

out into a

did not impede her elegance from

more of a mystifying fey with