Carl's car, number three, failed to navigate the bend; instead, it careened straight towards the mountain. The front end smashed against the guardrail with a sickening crunch, the wheels lifted off the ground,

and the car somersaulted backward, tumbling off the cliff edge!

In the VIP section, Charlotte clutched her phone, shouting to Vivienne, "Oh no, car number three has gone off at turn three in the second section!"

Vivienne's brow furrowed with concern-trouble was indeed brewing!

Spectators gasped and murmured, wondering how Carl could have crashed. The paramedics were dispatched in a flurry of urgency.

But this was a cliff side, not an easy place to search. If the car was found at all, the driver was surely a goner.

Vivienne sped past the other racers in her rescue vehicle like a whirlwind.

The competitors, still engrossed in the race, were oblivious to Carl's fate and the identity of this extremely quick rescuer.

A rescue vehicle might not pack the same punch as their race cars, but Vivienne's driving made it seem otherwise!

Inside, Percival gripped the handle, eyes scanning for the location beacon.

"Vivienne, ahead!" He called out.

Vivienne acknowledged and quickly parked the vehicle in a spot that would not obstruct the others, and both she and Percival leaped out.

The place where Carl's car had plummeted was a steep, rugged terrain, a mix of weeds and rocks. Looking down from the cliff, there was no trace of the car-just a dent in the guardrail, not a scrap of debris in sight.

The paramedics had not arrived yet. Percival removed his jacket and tied it to Vivienne's, knotting a sleeve around the guardrail. Holding Vivienne's waist, he said, "Hold on tight, Vivienne."

She nodded, wrapped her arms around Percival's waist, and leaped off the cliff together, sliding down the makeshift rope.

stands rose

two out of

sheer drop, and they

public eye. Up in the VIP area, Griffin was pacing anxiously, dialing

Vivienne and Percival jumped off a cliff? Surely they're not in some sort of lovers' pact?" Leopold

"Lovers' pact, my foot! There's been an accident. Get over

Don't panic. They'll

and Percival had landed safely on the

the steep, treacherous rocks and weeds, they

jacket, Percival untied it and suggested, "Head west. The car rolled down; no debris means it's still intact and didn't crash to a stop. According to the trajectory, it should be to the west." Vivienne agreed; she had

over her shoulders, Percival guided her

upon fragments from car

of the hood. The car

until they came upon the overturned car at

were unconscious, blood

and Percival worked quickly to flip the car

was still conscious, weakly flailing her arms, refusing to

reassured. "I'm here; you're not going to

seemed to understand and then

had minor scratches. Clearly, their

did not suffer from any serious internal injury. However, her legs were broken and twisted at impossible angles. Carl's situation

life-saving pill to each of them, halting internal bleeding. She

traditional medicine,

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