Warning: My Mommy is A Savage
Chapter 12
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 instinct and looking up,
from a
It was Anthony Bailey.
he doing here? Anthony’s lips curled into a grin—that
on
was startled. Why would Anthony help her? The kid was acting
off yesterday, so what was he doing here? Had
fallen for her?
receded, replaced with a frown. Women
chance, but why was Charmine acting all weird
the man trembled in fear as
us to
marched toward the
needed, as of this second, was to
no clue what
dress and her ignorance to compete for this
to eat the meat of a swan. A chance already seemed
people like her. Who was she
the designer did not understand what the person-in-charge
her? It would be a disgrace if
put on with my design. If the panel decides to
Chanel,” the
that said, all the lights
darkness, a light green spotlight
on the stage as she leaned against the
hand supporting her chin. The delicateness of her facial
back languidly, as though she was resting on a summer’s afternoon. Her dark
into a
did not impede her elegance from
of a mystifying fey with an aura of coldness and