The Million-Dollar Heart

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 rose

these two out of

they jumped without

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

cliff? Surely they're not in some sort of lovers'

cursing, Griffin shouted, "Lovers' pact, my foot! There's been an accident. Get

my way. Don't panic. They'll be fine,"

and Percival had landed safely

and weeds, they found a

to a stop. According to the trajectory, it should be to the west." Vivienne agreed; she had come

over her shoulders, Percival guided her

they stumbled upon fragments from car

a piece-it was part of the hood. The

forward, finding more debris and shattered glass, until they came upon the overturned car

unconscious, blood seeping from their

worked quickly to flip the car and extract Carl and

faint plea pierced the silence; she was still conscious, weakly flailing her

hand and reassured. "I'm

to understand and then passed

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

not suffer from any serious internal injury. However, her legs were broken and twisted at impossible angles. Carl's situation was even worse. When the car fell, a rock pierced into his spine, causing

bleeding. She then set Ashley's twisted legs straight. Percival raised an eyebrow,

skilled in modern and traditional medicine, found