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.

out of

and they jumped

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

a cliff? Surely they’re

the point of nearly cursing, Griffin shouted, “Lovers’ pact, my foot! There’s been an accident. Get over here,

They’ll be fine,” Leopold said

Percival had landed safely on

and weeds, they found

carrying Vivienne’s jacket, Percival untied it and suggested, “Head west. The car rolled down; no debris means it’s still

agreed; she had come to the same

over her

they stumbled upon fragments

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

and shattered glass, until they came upon

and Ashley were unconscious, blood seeping

flip the car and

faint plea pierced the silence; she was still conscious,

reassured. “I’m here; you’re not going to

to understand and

their helmets, which only had minor

internal injury. However, her legs were broken and twisted at impossible angles.Books Chapters

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

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

eyebrow,

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

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

air and Percival’s helmet had provided extra