The moment they cleared a path, in less than a second, Shirley pounced like a ferocious tiger.


    With a chuckle, I raised my hand, and before she could fully reach me, I delivered a sharp p across her cheek.


    The resounding crack echoed through the room, leaving Shirley bbergasted.


    She recoiled, touching her smarted cheek, aghast at the audacity of my response.


    “Debra, you dare hit me?”Content rights belong to N?velDrama.Org.


    With my chin held high and myposure unwavering, I responded calmly, “I am Andrew’s fiancee, the futuredy of this manor.


    What’s wrong with striking an uninvited intruder?”


    “Ah!” A shrill cry of fury erupted from Shirley’s lips, her rage bordering on hysteria as she spat hateful words.


    “Who do you think you are? Bitch! A lowly mixed-blood witch! You’re unworthy of marrying Andrew.


    If it weren’t for my mother holding me back, I would have killed you already!”


    My eyebrows flicked upward.


    Angered words often held a grain of truth, and Shirley’s tant honesty left little room for doubt about her intentions.


    She really wanted to kill me.


    But I wasn’t the least bit afraid.


    “So what if I’m lowly?” I retorted with a cold scoff, my toneced with disdain as I mocked her.


    “This ‘lowly’ person has managed to snatch your Andrew.


    Does that sting? He would rather be with me, a mixed-blood witch, over someone like you, which speaks volumes about how unsatisfactory you are.


    ”


    “You.


    Shirley’s features contorted in a grotesque disy of fury, her voice shrill with anger.


    “You’re nothing but a shameless slut! I’m going to kill you right now!”


    With a vicious expression, she charged towards me, her eyes aze with murderous intent.


    “No matter what, I’ll never let someone as lowly as you marry Andrew.


    You’re not worthy of it!”


    I noticed she raised her hand, a white light flickered to life in her palm.


    She was about to use her witch power to kill me!


    Debra’s POV:


    The attack could kill me or leave me paralyzed.


    My heart sank as I mulled over turning into a wolf to dodge it, but then out of nowhere, this cold, bossydy’s voice cut through the air.


    “Shirley, how much longer are you going to keep this up?”


    Her voice was stern, like a parent scolding their kid.


    And it was apanied by the steady ck of high heels.


    Shirley stopped in her tracks, her power fading fast as fear shed in her eyes; she froze and turned to face the neer.


    “Ms.


    Miller,” Shirley muttered quietly as the woman got closer.


    For the first time, I saw a flicker of guilt and embarrassment in Shirley’s eyes.


    Huh?