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?

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

from a glass door on

It was Anthony Bailey.

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

on the other hand, waved

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

yesterday, so what was

fallen for her?

grin slowly receded, replaced with a frown. Women

chance, but why was Charmine acting all weird and

the man trembled in fear as

us to

She marched toward the stage, confident in

was

and fame. Of course, the crowd had no clue what was going on. They merely persisted

her ignorance to compete

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

like her. Who was she

what the person-in-charge was doing.

be a disgrace if this woman were

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

the designer

all the lights

seconds of darkness, a light green spotlight appeared as it flitted to the T-stage.

sat on the

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

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

out into a retro-like

impede her elegance from

mystifying fey with an