Chapter 162 Little Fancy Witch

• Her expression shifted, confusion flickering across her face. “What curse?” she demanded, her brow furrowing as half of her face twisted into disbelief.
• Before I could understand, Victoria stepped forward, her presence crackling with intensity. “She won’t talk like this. I know how to make her speak,” she said coldly, her eyes gleaming with determination.
• “Victoria, wait—” Dominic began, but his protest was drowned out as Victoria raised her hand.