Chapter 12! Rocks could fly!

Lolita Clint and her fake companions continued their supposed race, meandering through vehicles on the highway.

She kept receiving cheers and praises from people who were supposed to be cursing at her for riding so dangerously on the road.

Many onlookers felt regret whenever Lolita zooms past them or they get out of her beautiful sight. Some tried to record the supposed race but the speed was too fast for them to control their camera.

As Lolita neared a road that led to Smallville, the picture of her grandmother's smiling face whenever she does something mischievous, pops up in her head.

Suddenly, her final moments flashed past her memory and she became as angry as a wounded lion. If the pursuers were privy to Lolita's mood, they would have fled for dear life.

Lolita wouldn't have her fun dealing with them otherwise. The thought of Gavin wanting her dead at all costs irked Lolita so much that her impression of werewolves became the worst.

She viewed them as creatures without scrupl