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?

she felt a peculiar gaze glued on her. Following

right into her from a glass door

It was Anthony Bailey.

into a

at him. Chris, on the other hand, waved enthusiastically

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

already told him off yesterday, so

fallen for her?

frown. Women would usually throw

was Charmine acting

the man trembled in fear as he quickly added, “Miss

anything you’d want us to help

marched toward the

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

the crowd had no

dress and her ignorance to

was perceived as the toad wanting to eat the meat of

for people like her. Who was

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

to a person like her? It would be a disgrace

on with my design. If the panel

Chanel,” the designer

that said, all the lights in the ballroom suddenly went

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

sat on the stage as

chin. The delicateness of her

back languidly, as though she was resting on a summer’s

out into a

impede her elegance

mystifying fey with an aura