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?

gaze glued on her. Following her instinct and

right into her from a glass door

It was Anthony Bailey.

lips curled into a grin—that he

him. Chris, on the other

would Anthony help her? The kid was acting weird

yesterday, so what was he doing here? Had

fallen for her?

a frown. Women would

chance, but why was Charmine acting all weird

Anthony’s powerful gaze, the man trembled in fear as he quickly added, “Miss Jordan,

anything you’d want us to help

She marched toward the stage, confident

was to take

the crowd had no clue

of dress and her ignorance to compete for

eat the meat of a swan.

like her. Who was

designer did not understand what the person-in-charge

a disgrace if this woman were to

on with my design. If the panel decides to

Chanel,” the

that said, all the lights in the ballroom suddenly

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

on

one hand supporting her chin. The delicateness of her facial features

was resting on a summer’s afternoon. Her

out into a retro-like

lips did not impede her elegance from

of a mystifying fey with

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