The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne) novel Chapter 478

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.

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.

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.