Warning: My Mommy is A Savage novel Chapter 30

Chapter 3o

Charmine elegantly twisted to the opposite side and

simultaneously tossed the silk cape upward. The long

and flowy cape floated in the air—as though in slow –

motion—before it wound around the metal frame

above the stage into a knot. I n a swift movement,

Charmine pulled on the cape as her body swayed

freely in the air. 2

Like a choreographed dance, she flew above

everyone else languidly and carefreely with the silk.

Her skin-colored tulle dress fluttered as she floated in

the air, while the cape whirled like tidal waves. The

innumerable fireflies became her backdrop as she

flew like a fey from a dreamy fairyland; stunningly

beautiful, stunningly bewitching.

Everyone watched as she glided above them, their

breath taken away. 5

Ineffable.

Her dress swirled like the smoke of an enchanting

dream. She was like a goddess that came from heaven

that held captive the souls below her with a faint

smile.

With a smooth transition, she hooked her legs mid-air

as she reached over to remove her shoes. “Anyone

fancy these?”

Anyone fancy these…?

These three words echoed throughout the air like a

bewitching poppy flower: seductive, mind-boggling…

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In an instant, half of the audience raised from their

seats.

“Me! Me! Give them to me!”

Chris jumped up enthusiastically as he yelled at the

top of his lungs, “Mommy! Give them to Daddy! Give

Daddy!” Sadly, his voice was too small and was

completely overwhelmed by the uproar.

Her lips curled into a knowing smile, Charmine

wrapped the shoes around one end of the cape and

tossed it into the air. All of a sudden, everyone in that

direction jumped and reached out.

“Mine! It’s mine!”

“Don’t take them from me. They’re mine!” 3

A bunch of people formed a circle around the shoes

as they reached out for dear life. Kay and his men had

no excuse with their agility as they leaped without

hesitation.

Those were their boss’ shoes. How could they end up

in the hands of a nobody?

That was it. A pair of broken shoes ignited the

atmosphere to the highest form. Charmine looked at

the chaos below like a witch who cast a spell before

landing elegantly on the T- stage with the cape at

hand.

As if nothing had happened, she turned around to

return backstage. Though bare-feet, her aura

remained the same. With her 1.7 meter tall figure, her

long legs beautifully carried her body on the stage.

Her dress flitted like cicada wings.

Charmine was akin to a fairy from a timeless script of

ancient times.