Warning: My Mommy is A Savage novel Chapter 1833

Chapter 1833

Susan smiled happily. She looked at Annabel and grew more fond of her.

How nice it would have been if Annabel was her daughter-in-law!

Annabel was kind and understanding. Furthermore, they got along well, and she respected her. She was easy to bend to her will.

They would get along well at the Bailey mansion, yet what poor luck it was that Anthony married Charmine.

Forget disrespecting her; Charmine even caused so much conflict after just moving a few days ago!

The frustrated Susan placed everything at hand down. She then said, "I've got time to spare, Annabel. Why don't you have a walk with me at the back?" "Sure!" Annabel nodded gently. She instantly packed Susan's things up for her and supported her.

The two of them looked like mother and daughter-in-law. They even looked like a mother-and-daughter pair. Nonetheless, they went to the back peacefully.

A thought occurred to Susan as she then instructed a maid, "Go and buy another set of Poulenc suitable for Annabel's skin type." "Yes, Madam." The maid left.

Charmine went back to her room. After showering, she was about to enter the study room when she received a phone call from the shop manager, Sandy. 'We got a problem, Boss Jordan."

Charmine frowned. "What is it?"

Sandy said, "The newly opened Wave stole our limelight. Wave has more shops than us, and they took our customers away, too! Now, there are a small handful of heiresses who couldn’t get in their queue inside our shops. Also, come and have a look at this shop. Someone is making a scene!"

Wave?

Charmine frowned at how...strange things were.

She thought for a moment and said, "No hurry, I'm coming now."

Sandy let out a sigh of relief. "Okay."

Charmine frowned and looked at them coldly. As she was about to explain

A limited-edition hypersport car pulled over, and it instantly diverted everyone’s attention from Charmine to the car.

Charmine did not bother. She wanted to walk past the crowd to get into the store when an elegant, proud voice was heard, "Charmine?"

She stopped once again to look over.

She saw the lavishly dressed McKenzie, who strutted toward her in her heels, her demeanor as expensive as her clothings.

Two maids were by her sides: one held up an umbrella for her while the other one fanned her.

It was obvious to see just how pampered Waverly was.