Andrew’s people usually weren’t so wary around me.


    Could it be this person wasn’t sent by Andrew?


    Just then, I noticed the bustling streets we had been traveling through had vanished, reced by an endless expanse of woods.


    My heart raced.


    Though I had never visited the council hall, I knew it couldn’t possibly be in such a remote ce.


    Trying to stay calm, I asked, “Sir, where are you taking us?”


    The driver ignored my question and pressed on the elerator even harder.


    His reaction deepened my suspicions.


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    Feeling the danger, Ivy said urgently, “Honey, we’re in trouble.


    Something’s not right with this driver!”


    “Yes.


    ” My heart dropped.


    “If I’m correct, this driver wasn’t sent by Andrew.


    And he’s not taking us to the council hall!”


    “What?” Ivy panicked and cried out.


    “Then what do we do? Where is he taking us?”


    I breathed in deeply.


    “In this situation, we need to save ourselves.N?velDrama.Org owns this.


    ”


    I fixed my gaze on the driver, threatening, “Stop the car now and turn back, or you’ll regret it!”


    The driver sneered at me, taunting, “Regret it? What can you, a mixed-blood witch, even do to me? Tickle me?”


    I bared my fangs and lunged forward to grab the steering wheel.


    “You’re crazy!” My boldness caught the driver off guard.


    “Damn it! Let go!”


    I paid him no mind, resolved to keep him from driving us further.


    He and that odd maid had tricked me into this.


    It couldn’t lead to anything good.


    “Get off me!” The driver tried to push me aside, but my half-wolf heritage gave me a strength that a pureblood witch couldn’t match.


    He failed to push me away.


    Ivy taunted, “Is that the best you’ve got? You’re no match for us.


    You should know who you’re up against before you try anything!”


    Realizing that physical force wasn’t working, the driver began to summon his witch power to use against me.


    Debra’s POV:


    My reflexes were quicker than the driver’s.


    As he readied himself, I snatched his head and mmed it against the steering wheel.


    The impact resonated loudly, knocking the driver unconscious.


    But my triumph was short-lived as I realized the car’s speed was escting rmingly.