Warning: My Mommy is A Savage
chapter 567

Chapter 567

Charmine did not want to hear any more of those. She spoke to the bodyguards in a low voice and marched away quickly.

The bodyguards formed a man-wall to block the reporters so she could leave.

Leaving through Impiana Hotel's backdoor, Charmine got to a quiet alley; empty with no one around.

Charmine put on her shades, but just as she was about to leave, a few women walked past her coincidently as they talked about an article in their phones.

"Wow, look at Annabel... I really like her! I've decided to become a fan of hers!"

"I really like her as well! Look at how she wears plain and simple clothing when she's farming. She has so much callus on her hands and a simple outlook. She looks like a farmer, nowhere pretentious at all."

'The Bailey Corporation's official account rewarded her with a million bucks, and she'd get five hundred thousand worth of commission! I'm so envious! Jealous, I tell you!

"Not only that, but I also heard Annabel was signed by a high-ranking officer at the Bailey Corporation and then recommended to the broadcasting platform. Her basic salary is tens of thousands every month, and the Baileys are taking care of her!" "Argh! She was an ordinary woman like myself, but she's now earned the likes and support of President Bailey! My head's reeling right now at the thought of how movie-like this is, how the President is falling for a farm girl!"

"President Bailey must've liked her a lot to treat her so well!"

Charmine overheard their conversation, and her hands clenched.

She did not expect to hear about Anthony wherever she went. Was God not letting her ease up a bit?

Unsettled, Charmine quickened her pace.

However, those wild reporters squeezed through the bodyguards and chased after her.

They would eat up a significant chunk of her time if they caught up to her.

Charmine narrowed her eyes, thinking of a solution.

Coincidently, a flaming-red Ferrari pulled over beside her. The door opened automatically, and the man inside smirked.

"Get in."

Charmine saw that it was Tristan again, and her brows furrowed. Was it all just a coincidence? 1

Charmine wanted to ask him about it, but the reporters were gaining on her. She had to rush into the car quickly. 1 Vroom!

The sports car raced away, leaving the reporters behind.

Charmine sighed in relief at the sight of the reporters growing smaller at the rearview mirror.

She did not mind answering the questions, but the problem was that they would ask questions she did not want to hear.

She did not want to talk about her feelings.

Tristan, behind the wheels, flirted jokingly, "Charmine, I've saved you twice. How are you going to thank me?"

Charmine snapped out of her gaze as she eyed him sharply. "Speak. Who are you, and what's your intention in getting close to me?" Her tone was more of an interrogation instead of questioning.

Tristan frowned. "Charmine, that's rather disheartening to hear. Fate brought US together, and God gave US two chances to meet."

"I don't believe in fate nor some god," Charmine refuted.

Tristan could feel her maturity and seriousness, and he smiled helplessly."

Alright! I didn't expect Boss Jordan to see through me. It was purely coincidental the first time, but I intentionally waited for you the second time. I need your help with something."

Charmine's face lightened up. If he insisted on this all being coincidences, she would suspect him of having ill-intentions and would have her men investigate him.

She reminded him, "I prefer straightforward people."

"Perfect. The truth is that it's not a big deal. I need Boss Jordan to have a meal with me." Tristan said as he reclined on his seat languidly. He sighed. "I want to have a date that's way out of my ex-girlfriend's league." 1 Ex-girlfriend?