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.

the stands rose

these two out of

they

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

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

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

They'll

Vivienne and Percival had landed

the steep, treacherous rocks and

and didn't crash to a stop. According to the trajectory, it should be

over her shoulders, Percival

enough, they stumbled upon

part of the hood. The car itself seemed relatively

until they came upon the overturned car at the bottom

unconscious, blood seeping

to flip the

was still conscious, weakly flailing her arms, refusing to

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

understand and then passed

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

serious internal injury. However, her legs were broken and twisted at impossible angles. Carl's situation was

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

and traditional medicine, found setting

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