Chapter Four Hundred And Eighty-one: From Frying Pan To Fire

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.