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?

glued on her. Following her instinct and

looking right into her from a glass door on the

It was Anthony Bailey.

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

Chris, on the other hand, waved enthusiastically

her? The kid was acting weird

yesterday, so what was

fallen for her?

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

given chance, but why was Charmine acting all

the man trembled in

you’d want us to help you

She marched toward the stage, confident

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

crowd had no clue what was going on. They

Charmine’s choice of dress and her ignorance to

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

like her. Who was she

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

be a disgrace if this woman were

my design. If the panel decides to let a

Chanel,” the

said, all the lights in the ballroom

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

stage. Charmine sat on the stage as she leaned against

The delicateness of her

she was resting

into a

elegance from being emitted. On

more of a mystifying fey with