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?

a peculiar gaze glued on her. Following her instinct and looking up, she

a glass door on the

It was Anthony Bailey.

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

up at him. Chris, on the

help her? The kid was acting weird enough, but his

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

fallen for her?

slowly receded, replaced with a frown. Women

any given chance, but why was Charmine

trembled in fear as he quickly added, “Miss Jordan,

anything you’d want us to help you

I’m fine.” She marched toward the

second, was to

Of course, the crowd had no clue what was

dress and her ignorance to

the meat of a

for people like her. Who was

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

It would be a disgrace if this woman were to touch the

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

the designer

all the lights in the ballroom

spotlight appeared as

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

hand supporting her chin. The delicateness of her facial features

back languidly, as though she was resting on

into a

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

with an aura of coldness and