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?"

Pedro and Julie pointed at each other.

"Why?" Isabella felt like ripping them apart with her bare hands, "Because Pedro knows the way to Maya's place - which you don't - and he is in a healthier position to take care of Anabelle, while you're are a gangster's son - responsible for all of this shit - and would help me get rid of this car. Plus I need someone to help me with shopping for necessities,"

Julie groaned," In one word, I'm your errand boy,"

" If you put it that way then," Isabella didn't bother to correct him.

"I'm toasted," Julie groaned into his palm.

"Fine, let the plan begin," Isabella gave them the signal to leave.

Pedro was the first to climb out of the car and once he was down, opened the door for Anabelle.

"Thank you," She appreciated his kind gesture. Who knew chivalry still exists?

"Remember," Isabella told him, "Keep your head down, avoid surveillance cameras and the taxi black box. Always be aware of your surroundings and if you desperately need to place a call, try a payphone - those are harder to track down," was her advice.

"Sure, mom," Anabelle waved at her.

"Pedro," Julie called.

"What?" Pedro had to lower his head, peering out through the car window.

"Take care of my girlfriend. I swear to God if you lay a -"

"Goodbye!" Isabella zoomed off before the poor boy could finish the rest of his warning.

Pedro shook his head sympathetically. He should be the one offering the boy consolation words. Hopefully, Isabella goes easy on him tonight.

It wasn't until they left that Julie realized he was in the car alone with the legendary witch. It was shocking that a brave guy like him was afraid of a woman. Julie couldn't explain it, but there was a darkness in Isabella - that was just all he could say.

"So what are we to do now?" He asked, unable to take the silence anymore. It was awkward. Isabella smirked at him - that smile seemed like it came from hell itself.

"Racing," Isabella replied to him, "Don't you like one?"

Julie grabbed his seat belt tight. He was a racer, but at that moment it seemed like he just developed a phobia for cars.

"Even though I walk through the valley of death, I shall fear no evil, for they are with me," he began a silent prayer for his soul.

Julie swore that Isabella drove out of the city because they rode for over two hours. But at last, she packed the car behind an abandoned factory, trekked down to a store where they did some crazy shopping.

In the end, he was forced to don a wig, which Isabella claimed would hide their identity in case a camera mistakenly caught them - she can't be careful all the time. In a bid to run from his grandfather, Julie couldn't help but wonder if he had run from frying pan to fire.