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. Following her

looking right into her from a

It was Anthony Bailey.

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

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

The kid was acting weird

stranger! She already told him off yesterday,

fallen for her?

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

any given chance, but why was

in fear as he quickly added, “Miss Jordan,

us to help you

fine.” She marched toward the stage, confident

second, was

Of course, the crowd had no

and her ignorance

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

her.

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

a person like her? It would be a disgrace if this woman

put on with my design. If the panel

the designer

the lights in the ballroom

spotlight appeared as it flitted to

the stage. Charmine sat on the stage as she leaned

one hand supporting her chin. The delicateness of her facial

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

out into

not impede her elegance from being emitted. On

mystifying fey with an aura