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.

stands

out of

was a sheer drop, and they jumped without

the VIP area, Griffin was pacing anxiously, dialing Leopold to relay the unfolding

they're not in some sort

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

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

had landed

steep, treacherous rocks and

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;

her shoulders, Percival guided her

stumbled upon fragments from

part of the hood. The car itself seemed relatively

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

and Ashley were unconscious, blood seeping from their

Percival worked quickly to flip the car and extract Carl

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

"I'm here; you're not going

seemed to understand and then

which only had minor scratches. Clearly, their heads were not

upper body did not suffer from any serious internal injury. However, her legs were broken and

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

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