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?

was then when she felt a peculiar gaze glued on her. Following her

into her from a glass door on the

It was Anthony Bailey.

lips curled into a

Chris, on the

would Anthony help her? The kid was acting weird

already told him off yesterday, so what was he doing

fallen for her?

with a frown. Women would usually throw themselves at

any given chance, but why was Charmine acting

powerful gaze, the man trembled in fear as he quickly added, “Miss

anything you’d want us to

She marched toward the

second, was to

crowd had no clue what was going

choice of dress and her

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

people like her.

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

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

put on with my design. If the panel decides to let a no-body stay, I’ll

the

said, all the lights in the

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

mysteriously appeared on the stage. Charmine sat on the stage as she leaned against

hand supporting her chin. The delicateness of her facial features

leaned back languidly, as though she was resting on a summer’s afternoon. Her dark green

into a

not impede her elegance from being emitted. On the

mystifying fey with an aura of coldness and