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?

gaze glued on her. Following her instinct and looking

from a glass door

It was Anthony Bailey.

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

up at him. Chris, on the

her? The kid was acting weird enough, but his

She already told him off yesterday, so what was

fallen for her?

grin slowly receded, replaced with a frown. Women would

any given chance, but why was Charmine acting all weird and

in fear as he quickly added,

want us to help

She marched toward the stage, confident in

of this second, was to take away everything from

course, the crowd had no clue what

choice of dress and her ignorance

eat the meat of a swan. A chance already seemed

like her. Who

the person-in-charge was doing. How could

would be a disgrace if this woman

my design. If the panel decides to let

Chanel,” the

the lights in

darkness, a light green spotlight appeared as

Charmine sat on the

The delicateness of her facial features

resting on a summer’s afternoon. Her

out into a retro-like

flaming red lips did not impede her elegance from being emitted. On the contrary, it made

mystifying fey with an