Warning: My Mommy is A Savage novel Chapter 50

Chapter 5o

[Oh no, my princess is hurt! It must’ve hurt so much.]

[Amelia looks so pale white! Charmine must’ve

wanted revenge against Amelia for trying to expose

her lies! Shameless!

[Can’t wait till the press conference! We’ll see how

Charmine defends herself once the cat’s out of the

bag.]

As Twitter was overrun with comments like these,

some reporters went to interview Tiffany and Amelia.

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“I’ll still stand for justice, even if Charmine beats me

to death,” Amelia said to the camera, “and I’ll make

sure the press conference happens!”

Tiffany, on the other hand, was nursing her wound as

she muttered, “I don’t have anything to say. It’s okay if

she hits me, but I just want to help her return to the

path of righteousness. Please, can everyone help me

convince her?” As usual, her crocodile tears won the

hearts o f many.

Everyone was eagerly waiting for the press

conference, a moment of truth to discern truth from

lies. They waited for the moment when Charmine

would be kicked out of the modeling industry. 1

Without realizing it, it was already three o’clock in

the evening.

On the first floor of Hotel Kelsy.

Apart from the hordes of paparazzi, numerous

influencers were also present a s they live-streamed

with their phones, their netizens at the edge of their

seats in anticipation.

Among the chatter and noise, Amelia walked up the

stage with a noble and flamboyant temperament,

dressed in a bright red satin dress.

“Thank you everyone for taking your time to

participate in this press conference,” Amelia began as

she spoke with the microphone. “I know everyone

can no longer wait for this, so I’ll get straight to the

point.

“I believe that many people might feel that a photo is

inadequate to determine that Charmine is the thirdwheeler.

Therefore, I’ve specially invited Diamond

Prince himself to attend this press conference. Today,

the prince himself will clarify everything.” With that

said, she turned to look at the backstage. i

Surrounded by ten or so international bodyguards,

Simon walked to the stage in his black suit. With his

fair skin and distinctive facial features, coupled with

his dark blue eyes, he looked like an actual prince

who walked out of a fairytale. The buttons on his suit