Warning: My Mommy Is A Savage! By Seeking A Peaceful

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?

on her. Following her

right into her from a

It was Anthony Bailey.

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

on the other hand, waved

The kid was acting weird enough, but his

even stranger! She already told him off yesterday, so what

fallen for her?

receded, replaced with a frown. Women would

any given chance, but why was Charmine acting all

gaze, the man trembled in fear as he

you’d want us to help you

She marched toward the stage, confident in

needed, as of this second, was to take away everything from

and fame. Of course, the crowd had no clue what was going

Charmine’s choice of dress and her ignorance to compete

as the toad wanting to eat the meat

for people like her. Who was she

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

a disgrace if this woman were to touch the

my design. If the panel decides to let a no-body

the designer

that said, all the lights in the ballroom suddenly went

of darkness, a light green spotlight appeared as it

on the stage. Charmine sat on

her chin. The delicateness of her facial features was

she was resting on a summer’s afternoon.

out into

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

a mystifying fey with an