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?

felt a peculiar gaze glued on her.

from a glass door on the

It was Anthony Bailey.

into a

Chris, on the other hand, waved enthusiastically

was startled. Why would Anthony help her? The

already told him off yesterday, so what was he

fallen for her?

receded, replaced with a frown. Women would usually throw themselves at

chance, but why was Charmine acting all

in fear as he quickly added, “Miss Jordan,

anything you’d want us to

I’m fine.” She marched toward the stage, confident

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

Of course, the crowd had no

her ignorance to compete

was perceived as the toad wanting to eat the meat of a swan.

like her. Who was

the

her? It would be a disgrace if this

the panel

Chanel,” the

all the lights in the ballroom

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

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

supporting her chin. The delicateness of her facial features was displayed in all

resting on a summer’s afternoon. Her

into a

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

fey with an aura of coldness