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 from a

It was Anthony Bailey.

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

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

would Anthony help her? The kid was acting weird enough,

him off yesterday, so what was he doing

fallen for her?

a frown. Women would usually throw

was Charmine acting all

gaze, the man trembled in fear as he quickly

anything you’d want us to help you

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

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

course, the crowd had no clue what was going on. They merely persisted

Charmine’s choice of dress and her

eat the meat of a

her.

the designer did not understand what the

like her? It would be a disgrace

with my design. If the panel decides to let a no-body stay, I’ll

the designer

that said, all the lights in the ballroom suddenly went

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

sat on the stage as she leaned

hand supporting her chin. The delicateness of her

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

out into a retro-like

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

mystifying fey with