Chapter 1386: Chapter 1486

What?

What was she talking about?

I was about to explain myself when Shirley cut in, her arrogance clear.

“Do you even know who I am?”

Before I could respond, her lackey quickly added, “Look closely, this is Shirley Harrison! She’s celebrated as the beloved daughter of our clan leader, the envy of every witch.

She has been adored from birth, always in the spotlight, and unrivaled.

”

The lackey then looked down on me with disdain, sneering, “With your low status, you’re in no position to compete with Miss Harrison, let alone seduce Mr.

Pierce.

I suggest you take a good look at yourself and leave before you make a fool of yourself!”

After their mocking laughter, Ivy was seething, her chest heaving with anger, exclaiming, “What’s with these people? Each one is so self-serving, always stepping on others to praise themselves, completely lacking any decency, Like uncivilized bumpkins!”

Faced with such obvious taunting, I couldn’t hold back.

I had believed that avoiding them would keep me out of trouble, thinking it best to stay uninvolved.

Yet, it seemed that my tolerance only encouraged them to demand more and become increasingly aggressive, especially Shirley, who saw no one as her equal.

I stared coldly into Shirley’s dark eyes and questioned, “Miss Harrison, are you and Mr.

Pierce engaged?”

Shirley’s triumphant laughter stopped suddenly.

Her face fell, and she snapped, “What are you implying?”

Raising an eyebrow, I laughed coldly.

“If you two aren’t engaged, why do you care if I stay at his house? Legally, he is just a friend to you.

You have no right to interfere.

”

I stepped closer, my smile fading slightly as I continued, “Regarding my background, I see myself as equal to anyone else.

I don’t need your advice, your critiques, or your crude jokes.

”

Debra’s POV:

Shirley’s face turned red with anger, her fury visible as it spread from her cheeks to her ears.

She had always been treated with respect, never facing such impoliteness before.

Her eyes widened with rage as she glared at me.

Her pretty face was contorted with anger.

But she seemed unaware of her own expression, biting her lip and clenching her fists as she stormed toward me.

Her heels clicked loudly on the floor.

And the sound echoed through the space.

I squinted, trying to understand her intentions.

Was she going to get physical?

I wasn’t scared; I had been ready for this since I started arguing back.

Ivy, fiery as ever, yelled out, “Honey, don’t sweat it! She’s just the daughter of some bigwig.

No need to be scared! Plus, she started it.

Let’s show her what’s what, together!”

“We don’t have to go that far.

Just giving her a taste of her own medicine will do,” I chimed in, turning my attention back to Shirley.

Ivy, on the other hand, braced herself for a potential wolf transformation and attack.

Right then, a tall figure stepped in front of me, forming a barrier between Shirley and me.