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, she

right into her from a glass door

It was Anthony Bailey.

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

on the

startled. Why would Anthony help her? The kid

stranger! She already told him off yesterday, so what was he doing here? Had he

fallen for her?

a frown.

but why was Charmine acting

in fear as he quickly added, “Miss Jordan,

want us

marched toward the stage, confident in

of this second, was to take away everything

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

Charmine’s choice of dress and her

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

her. Who was she

the designer did not understand what the person-in-charge was doing. How

a disgrace if this

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

Chanel,” the

lights in the ballroom suddenly went

green spotlight appeared as it flitted to the T-stage.

the stage. Charmine sat on the stage as

supporting her chin. The delicateness of

though she was resting on a summer’s afternoon. Her dark green

out into a

red lips did not impede her elegance from being

fey with an aura of coldness and