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.

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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.

Were these two out of their minds?

It was a sheer drop, and they jumped without knowing what awaited below?

Percival and Vivienne vanished from the public eye. Up in the VIP area, Griffin was pacing anxiously,

dialing Leopold to relay the unfolding drama.

“What? Vivienne and Percival jumped off a cliff? Surely they’re not in some sort of lovers’ pact?”

Leopold exclaimed.

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

accident. Get over here, now!”

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

Meanwhile, Vivienne and Percival had landed safely on the mountainside.

Despite the steep, treacherous rocks and weeds, they found a path.

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Still carrying Vivienne’s 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; she had come to the same conclusion during their descent.

Draping Vivienne’s jacket over her shoulders, Percival guided her westward.

Soon enough, they stumbled upon fragments from car number three.

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

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

at the bottom of the cliff.

Carl and Ashley were unconscious, blood seeping from their helmets.

Vivienne and Percival worked quickly to flip the car and extract Carl and Ashley.

“Help… please…” Ashley’s faint plea pierced the silence; she was still conscious, weakly flailing her

arms, refusing to surrender to unconsciousness.

Vivienne grasped her hand and reassured. “I’m here; you’re not going to die.”

Ashley seemed to understand and then passed out.

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

damaged.

Thanks to Carl shielding Ashley with his body and the protective gear, Ashley’s upper body did not

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

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Carl’s situation was even worse. When the car fell, a rock pierced into his spine, causing him to suffer

from fracturing all over his body.

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

twisted legs straight.

Percival raised an eyebrow, “Just like that?”

“Yes!” Vivienne, skilled in modern and traditional medicine, found setting bones a trivial task.

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

nerves or future mobility.

They were lucky the car had flipped in the air and Percival’s helmet had provided extra protection;

otherwise, the outcome would have been fatal.

Vivienne’s expression darkened. After administering first aid, she examined the race car.

“It was sabotage. The brakes and the steering wheel malfunctioned—someone wanted Carl dead!”

A chill of fury passed over Vivienne’s face. Disregarding the Brooks family ties, Carl was like her

protégé.

Someone had brazenly attempted murder right under her watch—they were courting death!

The emergency team finally arrived. Thankfully, Vivienne and Percival had left a signal; otherwise, the

search would have lasted much longer.

“How on earth are we going to get them back up this steep path?” The paramedic captain was

perplexed.

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Percival pointed upwards. “Someone’s got your back.”

Their eyes shot skyward, and there they saw Leopold dangling from a helicopter, one foot firmly

planted on the skid, half his body leaning out, waving frantically at Vivienne and Percival.

“Vivienne! Percival! Hang tight; I’m coming!”

Leopold, with a smug grin. “Pretty clever, right? Knew you’d need a helicopter!”

Vivienne and Percival exchanged a look. “We don’t know who that show-off is…”

The helicopter hovered just inches off the ground, and Leopold leaped down, “Vivienne, you alright?”

“I’m fine. Get those two to the hospital, then help me investigate something,” Vivienne said, nodding

towards the two figures lying on the ground.

After loading the injured onto the helicopter, Leopold sidled up to Vivienne. “What do you need,

Vivienne?”

Vivienne’s icy gaze followed the race car being towed away before grabbing Leopold by the collar.

“Everyone close to Carl, plus the engineer at the first pit-stop—I want their entire life story back to their

great-great-grandpappy!”

She was determined to uncover the identity of the person who had tried to take Carl’s life!

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