Chapter 1523: Chapter 1623

I hesitated.

Shirley and I weren’t exactly pals.

If I stepped in, she’d probably get even madder.

And that could mean trouble for Andrew.

“I’m sorry, Miss Harrison!” the mixed-blood witch whimpered, still on the ground.

“It’s my fault! I messed up.

I should have been more careful.

I’m really sorry.

”

Shirley sneered at her apology, like she found it funny.

A sudden smirk played across her lips, as if she had just stumbled upon something delightfully entertaining.

With each deliberate step forward, she reached out, lifting the witch’s chin with one hand, while the other hovered menacingly in the air, ready to strike.

“You’re sorry? I’m not accepting anything from a mixed-blood witch like you!”

“Stop!” I couldn’t stand by anymore.

I grabbed Shirley’s hand and pulled her away.

“Enough.

”

I jolted Shirley, making her stagger back, arms flailing for balance.

“What’s gotten into you? How dare you touch me?”

Shirley’s eyes blazed with anger, her voice sharp.

When she saw me, her face twisted in disgust.

“Debra, you again! How dare you even show your face?”

She shot a cold glance at the mixed-blood witch, then back at me.

“Aren’t you worried about what might happen if you meddle in my business?”

I extended a hand to help the mixed-blood witch up, shielding her from further harm.

Meeting Shirley’s gaze, I said, “Why should I worry? I haven’t done anything wrong.

”

““Ha-ha!” Shirley’s laughter rang out, a stark contrast to the seriousness of the situation.

Her tone turned threatening.

“Debra, don’t think I won’t retaliate just because Andrew’s on your

side.

I have ways to deal with you.

Andrew may be powerful, but he can’t protect you all the time.

”

I remained calm, meeting Shirley’s threats with a steady gaze.

Facing her required unwavering resolve.

Shirley stepped closer, delivering a final warning.

“Move, Debra.

For Andrew’s sake, I’ll let you off this time.

But I’m dealing with that mixed-blood witch behind you.

”

With disdain on her face, she cast a glance at the mixed-blood witch, as if brushing off dirt.

Seeing this, the mixed-blood witch gripped my arm, her voice trembling.

“Miss, please, don’t get involved.

Crossing Miss Harrison will only bring trouble upon you.

”

Debra’s POV:

Hearing what the mixed-blood witch said, Shirley’s smug demeanor only grew.

With a disdainful glance in my direction, she jeered, “Did you catch that, Debra? Scram! If you rub me the wrong way, you won’t survive in the witch clan.

”

Head held high, Shirley exuded an air of superiority, her arrogance palpable.

Ivy bristled with rage at Shirley’s audacity, her wolfish instincts itching to emerge.

“What audacity! She thinks bullying is some noble act? I’ll rip her to shreds!”

I attempted to placate her.

“Ivy, calm yourself.

Don’t let Shirley provoke you.

It’ll only make matters worse.

”

But Ivy’s temper flared, her curses flying freely.

“How can someone so vile be the clan leader’s offspring? She’s nothing but garbage.

”