Sara pouted on seeing him going away. "Can I drive the car over him?" Sara said in frustration.
"Leave it. I am late because of him." Sara said driving away.
She hated the speed limit. Her minimum speed is 100 kmph most of the time. And he was saying her to drive at 80 kmph.
She looked through the rear view mirror and was shocked seeing that not one but more than four cars are following her.
"Am I president? Why are so many cars following me?" Sara said in annoyance.
"Do you all think you can follow me?" Sara smirked before pressing the accelerator. She took turns so fast that the cars behind can't even catch up to her.
After seeing all the cars were gone, Sara smirked," you are all kids in front of me," Sara said before driving towards the venue.
