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 right into her from a glass door on

It was Anthony Bailey.

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

her looking up at him. Chris, on the other hand, waved

her? The kid was acting weird enough, but

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

fallen for her?

slowly receded, replaced with a frown. Women would usually throw themselves

but why was Charmine acting all weird

powerful gaze, the man trembled in fear as

want us to help you

She marched toward the stage, confident in

needed, as of this second, was to take away

fame. Of course, the crowd had no

of dress and her

toad wanting to eat the meat of a swan. A

her.

the person-in-charge was

a person like her? It would be a disgrace if this woman were to touch the

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

the designer

the lights in the ballroom suddenly

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

mysteriously appeared on the stage. Charmine sat on the stage

chin. The delicateness of her

resting on a summer’s afternoon. Her dark green

out into a retro-like

lips did not impede her elegance from being emitted. On the

more of a mystifying fey with