Warning: My Mommy is A Savage novel Chapter 689

Chapter 689

Charmine wanted to double-take, but the figure disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Tiffany disappeared out of nowhere?

Charmine stood up instantly and rushed toward the hallway.

Charmine, to get to the hallway in front of her, had to pass the decorations of the hall.

Unbeknownst to Charmine, however, tiny transparent pearls were scattered on the floor and, in her eagerness to chase after Tiffany, she did not notice those. Rushing in her heels, she abruptly slipped.

"Argh!" she cried out as her body fell to the floor uncontrollably.

As Charmine fell, the antique vases and scrolls nearby were destroyed as every paper was smudged by one another.

A loud and crisp tearing sound was heard as the papers were torn in her fall.

Eight writings were torn apart, the scrolls landed on the floor, and the shafts cracked upon falling.

Charmine fell to the floor and landed on the antique vases.

Those vases were in a pile and thus, as she fell, every vase fell onto the floor as they shattered.

Everything was broken!

Instantly, everyone cried out:

"My goodness! The ancient vase!”

"Senior Potter's calligraphies!"

"Oh, no...! They're all ruined! They're all ruined!"

"Charmine ruined so many things! Gosh! What a waste!"

The criticisms were heard one after another.

Anthony instinctively shot up and wanted to help Charmine up.

However, before he could move, he saw that sharp look she gave him.

The look had a deeper implication; it came with a small warning and threat.

'Don’t come!’ she warned him with her eyes.

Anthony's big hands clenched tightly. He held back his heartache while he remained seated.

Charmine was on her hands and knees in the pile of messed-up antique with her red dress flared out, exuding an unspeakable sense of beauty.

She sighed in relief when she saw that Anthony did not come over.

However, Max walked over. Behind him, his assistant said angrily with a frown, "Charmine, even though you hate the Jordown Group, you shouldn't have ruined these treasures! Do you know how much the calligraphies from Senior Potter cost? How much do these antique vases cost?" 1

Charmine sat up with difficulty as she explained calmly, "There are things on the floor. You did a poor job of cleaning things up; it has nothing to do with me!"

"Hah! You ruined so many things, yet you blame US for not cleaning up the floor? What kind of person are you? Everyone, say something!"

The assistant was a man called Stanley, and he was the same man who went over to give Charmine the invitation card. He had a perpetual face of disgust for others.