Chapter 481 - Four Hundred And Eighty-one: From Frying Pan To Fire (1/2)

The third point of view:

”Okay, Isabella, at this point, we need to know where you're taking us,” Julie couldn't take the suspense anymore. The others might be relaxed around her but he still didn't trust Isabella hundred percent - she wasn't called the legendary cold witch for no reason.

”We're here,” Isabella announced, pulling to the side of the road.

”Huh?”

All three of them peered out the window, they were in the middle of nowhere. Was Isabella planning camping in the car? They couldn't help but wonder

”Where is here?” Anabelle asked, confused. She had lived in this city for long and knew instinctively that they had no property around here. The fact that it was late already wasn't helping matters.

”This is the point where we part,” She dropped another bomb on them.

”Part?!”

”Wait, when you talk about 'part', you mean like separate?” Julie couldn't believe what he was hearing.

”I love you baby girl but you're frightening me right now. Nothing about this place spells 'our beginning',” Pedro was not left out.

”It's not here, dummies, but a mile more leads to Maya's place,” Isabella rolled her eyes. None of them were able to figure out her riddle. Had she been riding with morons all this time?

”Aww, dammit!” Pedro punched the air, unbelieving that he missed an answer that was staring him right in the face.

”Oh my gosh,” Anabelle reacted a second later, ”You're quite a trickster Isabella,” she turned to her boyfriend in particular, ”She's right. Maya's place was the start of our now blossoming relationship. It's a place of many memories and a good hideout,”

”If I'm not wrong, Maya is Reina and Reina is your stepmother,” Julie gestured contemplatively, ”Doesn't that mean that your father Niklaus would be able to find us quickly. It doesn't seem like a good hideout to me,” he pointed out the flaws in her plan.

Isabella snorted, ”Trust me, Niklaus wouldn't rat me out, he wouldn't dare it,” She added for assurance sake, ” He knows I'll make his life a living hells if he does that,”

”Thank God, I'm not your boyfriend,” Julie mumbled under his breath. He couldn't help but wonder how Pedro was able to share a bed with Isabella without fears of her ending him in his sleep. [If only he knew what they truly do in bed]

”Moreover, my father bought the property that year after Maya died and it has remained inhabited ever since,” She added upon sensing the next question from Julie, ”And you don't have to worry about sharing the space with a homeless or thug, I've been keeping an eye on the place. It's clean,” she wasn't going to let Maya's history fall into ruins.

”Then, if we're heading over there, why do we still need to part?” Anabelle couldn't understand her plan.

”As you can see, it is late and there's no surveillance in this area which makes it impossible for us to be spotted. Your parents are probably tracking this car down and every surveillance camera they could get their hands on. So while you and Pedro leave in a taxi headed to Maya's place, Julie and I would send them on a wild goose chase and then regroup later. In one word, we're leading them away from Maya's place. Does anyone have any complaints concerning the plan?” Isabella simply allowed them the freedom to opine, knowing her plan was foolproof.

Pedro and Julie lifted their hands at the same time.

”What now?” Isabella was sincerely exhausted.

”Why does he have to go with you?”

”Why does he have to go with her?”