The Million-Dollar Heart

Chapter 478

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.

crowd in the stands

these two out

and they jumped without

and Vivienne vanished from the public eye. Up in the VIP area, Griffin was pacing anxiously, dialing Leopold

they're not in some sort of lovers' pact?" Leopold

point of nearly cursing, Griffin shouted, "Lovers' pact, my foot!

I'm on my way. Don't panic. They'll be fine," Leopold

had landed

and weeds, they found

west. The car rolled down; no debris means it's still intact and didn't crash to a stop. According to the

jacket over her

they stumbled upon fragments from car number

a piece-it was part of the hood. The car itself seemed

glass, until they

were unconscious, blood seeping

quickly to flip the

Ashley's faint plea pierced the silence; she was still conscious, weakly flailing

her hand and reassured. "I'm here; you're not

understand

their helmets, which only had minor scratches. Clearly, their

and twisted at impossible

each of them, halting internal bleeding. She then set Ashley's twisted legs

in modern and traditional medicine, found setting

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