Warning: My Mommy is A Savage novel Chapter 684

Chapter 684

'This isn't exposing. The cut around the chest is tight, so nothing is showing -it's just the arm and neck. Every woman has her right to dress. I hope President Bailey isn't too old-fashioned?"

Old-fashioned?

She sounded as if she was looking down on old-fashioned men.

Anthony narrowed his eyes as he shifted his tone, "It's chilly out there, don't catch a cold."

That baffled Charmine.

He helped her put on the scarf and gloves just because he was concerned about her catching a cold?

Would she believe that?

Anthony nonchalantly changed the topic, "You really don't have to attend this event."

He could easily publish an article explaining to the public that Charmine had a meeting with him so she did not have time to attend this event, thus it was not due to her being too embarrassed to attend.

However, Charmine merely said, "Of course I have to go. This is such a grand occasion. How can I miss out?"

There was a bite to her words, a hidden meaning underneath it all.

Anthony looked at her delicate face. Suddenly, as if he understood something, his lips curled up lovingly.

It seemed that his woman had come up with some ideas to prank those people. 2

The event would not be as boring after all.

"Are you sure you don't need my help with the Jordan Group?" asked Anthony.

Even though she came up with ways to fight with the D'Cruz family, the

Jordan Group was not at its best state as of late.

People would mock her if she attended this event.

Charmine remained calm. "No need, the Jordan Group is doing well."

Luke who was driving in front was riddled with questions. 1

'Doing weir? Was that so?

Their properties were left unsold while all the personal funding from Charmine had not reached breakeven yet. How much longer could she hold up?

The common folk felt that the Jordan Group was about to go completely bankrupt... 1

Anthony did not press on the matter. She did not need him to get involved, and he had always respected her.

Finally, the car pulled over near the hotel hosting the banquet.

Charmine looked out the window to see that this was a side door; there was nobody around.

She said to Anthony, "I'm going out. Go back and take care of Annabel. The result should be out today, right?"

Normally, women could only find out they had conceived the week after a month of missed period. However, through some advanced technology at the hospital, they could get the test done in advance.

Charmine's question seemingly made the air in the car suffocating.

"It'll be out by tonight," assured Anthony. "Once it's out. I'll let you know right away."

"Alright." Charmine then opened the car door and went out.

To avoid suspicion, she quickened her pace right after leaving the car, getting as far away from the car as possible.

Anthony's brows furrowed as he watched Charmine from the rear mirror.

Was she that concerned about being seen by others?

Luke asked, "Sir, are we going back to the hospital now?"

"No need, go to the main door," Anthony stated.

Luke was confused. Did he not agree with Ms. Waverly to have the last breakthrough of the antidote today?

Also, he already turned down the invitation Max had sent before coming.

It seemed that he did this all for Charmine...

Inside the banquet hall.

Just like any other banquet, the soft lights crossed from one angle to another, and it made the hall glow elegantly.

One after another, long rectangular tables were placed with an assortment of cakes and snacks made by master chefs. Even the red wines were from the biggest brand in France. There was nothing in the banquet that did not show off the D’Cruz family's bottomless wealth. 1

The highlight, however, was the few calligraphies in the heart of the hall. Each paper had a word written on them, and the words made up the phrase: [Good Luck For Great Beginnings!]

The font was extraordinarily powerful and majestic, and they were written by Master Potter.

Master Potter was a world-renowned calligraphy master from the calligraphy family. His words had been put into the national museum, and even a word from him could be sold at a few billion. He personally wrote these for Max D'Cruz.

There were eight of them here, costing almost eight billion!