Chapter 12: Little Trouble Maker

The driver fell to the ground, along with the driver. Faylmon Gilbert fell to the ground, feeling his heart pounding in his chest. After a while, he climbed up from the ground and went to find Natalie Silvestre. Meanwhile, Natalie Silvestre had already rushed to check on the driver as soon as the motorcycle stopped. With her hands in her pockets, she stood beside the groaning driver lying on the ground. "Do you know what would have happened if I hadn't made you stop just now?" "All the students gathered ahead would have been hit by you!" "But they wouldn't have been gathered because of you!" A tooth-grinding voice came, momentarily stunning Natalie Silvestre. She furrowed her brows and squatted down, lifting the driver's helmet to reveal a little girl with golden hair. She looked about ten years old. Natalie Silvestre furrowed her brows, carefully examining her features, then turned to Jeremiah Kenneth. "Come and see if this little girl with golden hair has any relation to