Warning: My Mommy Is A Savage! By Seeking A Peaceful

Chapter 11
In an attempt to save her career, Tiffany quickly reached out and held onto the manager’s hand.
“Didn’t we have a deal? That photo was Photoshopped; it really wasn’t me in that photo. I don’t do
these things. How could anyone assume the photo is real without asking me first?” she whimpered as
tears rolled down her face, touching and convincing. Alas, the innocent face she pulled only reminded
everyone of what they just saw on the screen.
“We’re deeply sorry, Miss Jordan. Let’s discuss this next time.” The manager pulled her hand away and
ordered the securities, “Someone please send Miss Jordan out, and bring her the bill of her damage to
the screen.”
A few securities came forward and showed Tiffany out, expressions of mockery and disdain on their
faces as they did.
Tiffany could not stand this poor attitude toward her. She was brought up as the heiress of the Jordan
family, treated with utter respect and admiration. She had never been more embarrassed in her life.
However much she hated it, she had no choice but to leave with her hands covering her embarrassed
face. The moment she was out from the hall, her poor and pitiful expression distorted into a
murderous mien.
Who could it be? She had to find out; she wanted the person dead!
As her mind was thrust into a maelstrom of thoughts, an elegant figure in dark green walked toward
her. The woman had bright red lips, her dress fluttering as she walked. She was indeed stunning and
attractive.

It was Charmine Jordan.
Tiffany snapped out of her chaotic thoughts when she saw Charmine close enough to her. Suddenly,
everything made sense.
“It was you, wasn’t it? You were the one who displayed the photo on the screen! You tricked me into
sending you nudes, didn’t you?!”
“Does it even matter if I did it?” Charmine sneered, with her hands on her waist as she stood proudly
before Tiffany. She had no intentions to run away from the accusation.
This pushed Tiffany to the edge, her eyes burning with anger. It was Charmine. She truly was the
hacker, the one who caused this catastrophe!
No longer caring about her image, Tiffany screamed through gritted teeth, “Charmine Jordan, you’re
my sister! How can you be so evil?! I want everyone to know the truth; I want everyone to know how
evil you are!”
“Please. By all means, go ahead. You attempted to murder me, but I found out. You didn’t want the
truth to be revealed, so you bribed me with your nude. You can even tell everyone about the two
options you were given, and how you chose to send nude instead of apologizing. I’ve got every
media’s contact nationwide, so feel free to have your pick,” Charmine spoke nonchalantly, scrolling
through her phone unfazed by the woman before her.
“You—” Tiffany trembled with anger, completely at a loss for words.
Who would have thought that Charmine would find out about her dirt and use it against her? The
truth should be revealed.

Noticing that someone was near their perimeter, Tiffany’s vicious expression was instantly replaced by
a much gentler look, with tears suddenly springing back to life. “I’ve no idea what you’re talking
about... I’ve never done such a thing to you! How could you make up such lies about me?” Tiffany
sobbed as though she was bullied. “I know you’ve always been jealous of me, and that’s why you
made the photo public. You want to replace me, don’t you? Had you asked me in person, I would’ve
gladly given you this chance, this role! Why did you have to ruin my reputation?”
Once she noticed Tiffany in tears, Veronica instantly went up to them. “Exactly. Tiffany has such a
beautiful soul, so why did you treat her so badly?” she scoffed. “The Jordan family brought up a
bastard for nothing!”
Charmine laughed to herself. It was no surprise that Tiffany was at the top of the entertainment
industry: She could turn lies into truth, like black into white. Finding it a complete waste of time, she
indifferently replied, “Oh, you’re absolutely correct! Yes, I want to ruin you, so bite me!”
Charmine flipped her long voluminous hair. “Aren’t you bored from saying the same thing every time?
Boring!” With that, Charmine turned and left, her dark green dress fluttering with her every step.
Tiffany was seething with rage like an active volcano ready to erupt. This was a completely different
Charmine from the shy and weak younger sister she once knew; Charmine had become bold and wild.
How on earth did she turn to be so arrogant?
Tiffany could not accept this. “You better watch out, Charmine Jordan. I won’t let this slide.”
Entering her limousine, she commanded, “Listen, Veronica. I want to destroy her with all of Jordan’s
resources.”

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Meanwhile, In the ballroom, the audition continued once the damage was controlled.
Eventually, the manager announced, “And now to our final contestant: Charmine Jordan.”
Charmine pushed open the grand, heavy door. All eyes were glued on her, including the trio on the
second floor. Dazzling, she walked with grace to the stage in her simple yet elegant heels. Dressed in a
dark green gown, her beauty was brought out with her fiery red lips. One word could easily wrap
things up: breath-taking.
Sensing a threat, the models began muttering to one another, “Who is she? I’ve never seen her
before.”
“Isn’t she the adopted daughter? She has no experience modeling. What does she think she’s doing
here?” Amelia Jordan scorned.
Everyone else let out a sigh, disdaining Charmine.
“Isn’t it humiliating that anyone thinks they can audition for Chanel these days?”
“The ambassador needs to be fair and beautiful. She’s so overdressed, she must’ve thought this was a
Victoria Secret’s audition.”
“Can someone in charge please ask her to leave? She’s wasting everyone’s time.” The crowd began to
complain.
The manager looked at Charmine in contempt. “Why is there an extra on the name list? Security, send
her out.”
“I just need a minute,” Charmine muttered under her breath, not once stopping as she walked toward

the stage.
Nobody believed in her. The securities stopped her from moving forward.
“Get out! Don’t waste our time. We’re not like you, wandering around doing nothing. Our time is
precious, unlike yours.”