The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

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 crowd in the stands rose to their feet.

these two out

drop, and they jumped without

from the public eye. Up in the VIP

off a cliff? Surely they’re

of nearly cursing, Griffin shouted, “Lovers’ pact, my foot! There’s been an

I’m on my way. Don’t panic. They’ll be fine,” Leopold said before

Percival had

and weeds, they

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

agreed; she had come to the same conclusion during their

her shoulders, Percival

stumbled upon fragments from car number

inspected a piece—it was part of the hood. The car itself seemed relatively

debris and shattered glass, until they

were unconscious, blood

and Percival worked quickly to flip the car and

was still conscious, weakly flailing

reassured. “I’m here; you’re

to understand and

which only had minor

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

worse. When the car fell, a rock pierced into his spine, causing him

halting internal bleeding. She then set Ashley’s

raised an eyebrow,

skilled in modern and traditional medicine, found setting bones a trivial

Carl’s spine, grateful the injury was not deep enough to affect his

air and Percival’s helmet had provided extra protection; otherwise, the outcome