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?

gaze glued on her. Following her

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

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

her? The kid was acting weird

even stranger! She already told him off yesterday, so what was he doing here? Had he

fallen for her?

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

why was Charmine acting all

trembled in fear as he quickly added, “Miss Jordan,

us to

marched toward

this second, was to take away everything from

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

of dress and her ignorance to compete

was perceived as the toad wanting to eat the meat of a swan. A chance already seemed

like her.

understand what the person-in-charge was doing. How could he give

would be a disgrace if this woman

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

the designer

that said, all the lights in

spotlight

Charmine sat on the stage as she

The delicateness of her facial features was

she was resting on a summer’s

out into a retro-like

elegance from being emitted. On the

mystifying fey with