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

out of their

and they jumped without knowing

Vivienne vanished from the public eye. Up in the VIP area,

they're not in some sort of lovers'

pact, my foot! There's been an accident.

way. Don't panic. They'll be

and Percival had

rocks and weeds, they

to a stop. According to the trajectory, it should be to the

Vivienne's jacket over her shoulders, Percival guided

upon fragments from car

inspected a piece-it was part of the hood.

glass, until they came upon the overturned car at the bottom of

unconscious, blood seeping from

worked quickly to flip the car

faint plea pierced the silence; she was still conscious, weakly flailing her arms, refusing to surrender

hand and reassured. "I'm here; you're

understand

minor

any serious internal injury. However, her legs were broken and twisted at impossible

She then set

skilled in modern and traditional medicine, found setting bones a

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