The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne)

Vivienne didn't panic. She was right on Hurricane’s tail as she beautifully drifted around the first bend.

"Interesting, number twelve can keep up with Hurricane. She seems like she's a pro."

The number of people taking notice of Vivienne’s skills began to increase. Murmurs about number

twelve began circulating among the crowd.

Kala, standing from a vantage point, watched as Vivienne leaped ahead and surpassed Hurricane in

just a few swift movements. She couldn’t help but feel a knot in her stomach.

Everyone bore in their minds Hurricane's aggressive pursuit of Carl earlier. It was clear as day that his

intentions were far from honorable. Against him, Vivienne’s chance of victory seemed slim.

Just as Kala’s concerns peaked, Hurricane repeated his ruthless tactics.

But Vivienne, remaining unfazed, skillfully dodged his aggressive attacks and continued charging

forward.

"Heavens! She evaded Hurricane’s attack! How is that even possible? It was such a narrow space; how

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"That's insane! I've only seen such skills at the International Grand Prix. You need at least five to eight

years of experience to reach that level!”

As they gasped in surprise, Vivienne accelerated ahead, tearing herself away from Hurricane's grasp.

Hurricane, however, wasn't ready to lose so easily. His car engine roared, trying to maintain the pace

while incessantly gnawing at her like a snake that had caught the scent of its prey.

Vivienne’s car sped ahead like the wind, leaving a bewildered Hurricane behind. At the last bend, he

made a desperate attempt to overtake but was blocked by Vivienne’s sudden change in direction.

"You…"

Before his curse at her could leave his lips, he lost control and crashed hard into a blockade.

Hurricane was thrown out of his windshield, fracturing two ribs and badly harming both his legs.

"Ah! My legs!"

His agonized screams echoed far and wide, but Vivienne paid them no mind as she gracefully crossed

the finish line.

"Vivienne! You were amazing!" Kala ran to her in disbelief and threw her arms around her in a tight

embrace.

Meanwhile, Vivienne merely removed her helmet, as she walked over to Hurricane. "Like I said, you're

not worthy to race me."

Her bold declaration left the crowd silent. They even trembled nervously under her stone-cold stare.

Suddenly, the silence was broken.

"My god! She beat Hurricane?!"

"How is this possible?!"

"I’ve never witnessed such an electrifying race! It was absolutely mind-blowing!"

They began guessing Vivienne's true identity, wondering if she was a national racer, as her skills

convincingly surpassed even the most seasoned riders.

The combined greatness of immense talent and dedicated practice that the young woman projected

evidently had everyone in awe.

Kala stood by her side, bursting with pride. After all, Vivienne was a child of the illustrious Brooks

family. It was only natural for her to excel.

"You! You played dirty!" Hurricane groaned in severe pain on the ground. He was barely able to form

coherent sentences. When was the last time he had faced such humiliation?

Just as he was about to crawl over and attack Vivienne, he was pinned down instantly by an imposing

figure.

"Are you insane? How dare you try to touch my girl?! You’re asking for death." The man’s cold voice

echoed ominously, chilling the air around them. It belonged to none other than the infamous Percival.

"Save me...please, save me..." Hurricane, his consciousness blurred, reached out, pleading for

Vivienne to treat him.

Undisturbed by the chaos around her, Vivienne wrapped the coat, which she had received from

Percival, around her.

She turned to Hurricane and spoke in a flat and emotionless tone, “Want to plead for my help? Ha! You

think I'd help someone like you?"

She coldly looked down at the man she had just defeated. But before she could make another remark,

she was interrupted.

Kala turned towards Percival. She had heard of the arranged marriage between the Brooks and

Ellington families but had never really seen the infamous heir.

Despite being well-known as a useless man, Percival carried a regal aura that was hard to ignore.

The cold night winds howled around them as Vivienne gently assured Kala so she could relax. "It's

okay. Let's go back."

And with that, the inhabitants of the race track were left speechless. They had just witnessed a display

of skill and authority that was nothing short of extraordinary.