The Million-Dollar Heart (Percival and Vivienne)
Chapter 300

Kala absolutely refused to let Carl back on the field, and besides, even if he wanted to, his broken leg wasn't going to let him. "Where are we going to replace a substitute now?" Carl's teammates were as anxious as a cat on a hot tin roof.

Carl gritted his teeth. "I can endure it... Let me compete..."

He couldn't let his team down, and he was still aiming for that prize money.

"Are you trying to get yourself killed?!" Kala glared at him and then picked up a helmet from the ground. "Fine! I'll compete for you!"

"You?" Carl, enduring the severe pain, looked up at Kala. "You can't compete!"

Kala wasn't just anyone. If people found out that the Oscar winner was racing cars at North Peak, there would be a media frenzy.

Her name would probably top the trending charts for three days, and her endorsements would be affected.

"What else can I do if I don't compete for you? Are you planning to continue with this broken leg?!"

Kala knew she was an average racer. She was just good enough to play around and could barely compete. But against a tough competitor like Hurricane, she would be crushed.

Hurricane stood with his arms crossed and began mocking Carl in a not-so-friendly tone. "Are you guys competing or not? If you don't have a substitute, then get lost. We're not here to waste our time with you."

"You!" Kala was so angry that her face turned scarlet. She couldn't believe this was the racer she used to admire.

He was treating his opponent's life like a game and, even worse, was insulting them without a shred of remorse. How could such a person be her idol?

"I'll compete with you." The normally quiet Vivienne suddenly spoke up.

Kala was taken aback. "Vivienne? You..."

She didn't know much about Vivienne. From what she had seen so far, Vivienne seemed easy to get along with and had a similar temperament to hers.

As for the rest, she was completely in the dark.

Most importantly, this was a NASCAR race.

How old was Vivienne? Could she even drive?

Kala didn't think so.

But after seeing Vivienne act so confident, she began to doubt her previous assumptions. Could Vivienne really race?

"Don't worry; leave it to me." Vivienne reassured her, a rare display of her good mood.

If it were anyone else, she wouldn't bother.

But Kala was nice, and Carl...

Though he was slightly annoying, he had adopted a stray cat, so his heart couldn't be completely bad. She could consider this a way of making up for the 12 million dollars she had previously swindled him out of.

After hearing her say this, Kala, for some reason, wanted to believe her.

Kala smiled. "Alright. Thank you, Vivienne."

Hurricane looked Vivienne up and down as the laughter from beneath his helmet grew more arrogant.

"You? Have you even grown out of your baby teeth yet? You dare to think you can compete with me? Kid, this is a NASCAR race; it's not child's play."

Though there were young participants in the race, there had never been a girl who looked under twenty like Vivienne.

Hurricane sneered. "Can you even race? I bet you can't even pass the first track, yet you want to compete with me?"

The crowd around them broke into laughter, not believing that Vivienne could substitute for Carl.

"Find someone else to compete. I don't want people to say we bullied a little girl."

"Yeah! Have you even touched a car before, girl? Have you raced on any tracks? Do you even know how to accelerate and corner?!"

"Vivienne..." Kala was also worried. "Don't be stubborn. These guys aren't here to compete properly. They're out for blood!"

Even though she wasn't an expert in racing, she could tell that it wasn't just Hurricane who was ruthless. The other competitors were in cahoots with him.

If they hadn't ganged up on Carl, he wouldn't have lost so quickly and crashed into the roadside bollard.

"What's wrong?" Vivienne looked at Hurricane with a furrowed brow. "Are you scared?"

Hurricane was instantly provoked, and he immediately scoffed back. "What a joke! Why would I be scared? Don't you know who I am?"

"Then stop wasting time. I'm a busy person." Vivienne turned and walked towards the car, signaling for Carl's teammate to give her the keys.

"Vivienne." The teammate recognized her as the young mistress of the Brooks family and gave her a wry smile. "Carl's car is done for. The parts are shattered, and we don't have any replacements."

"I know you want to stand up for Carl, but no one can drive this car now. Be careful; they might sabotage you."

"Give me the toolbox." Without saying much, Vivienne took the toolbox and began checking the condition of the car.

"What's there to fix in this pile of junk?" Someone nearby said disdainfully, "This car can't be fixed! Even if it gets fixed, it will only last half a race!"

Vivienne ignored the comments. She swiftly took out the tools and began to modify the car.

Carl's car was indeed badly damaged. Many parts were in tatters.

Without any hesitation, she removed the decorative parts and reduced the weight as much as possible, leaving only the necessary parts.

In less than ten minutes, she had fixed the car using the limited tools and parts at her disposal.

"Oh my gosh, Vivienne, you're a miracle worker!"

Carl's teammates couldn't help but praise her. Not only did Vivienne lighten the car and increase its speed, but she also solved the problem caused by the lack of parts.

Upon seeing her succeed, Hurricane's face fell, but he still spoke with hostility. "I want to see how long your crappy car can last!"

The race, which had been paused for half an hour, finally restarted.

Carl was carried to the top of the hill by the staff, waiting for the ambulance to arrive.

His fractured leg needed to be fixed with a steel plate to keep it in place. The onsite medical supplies were limited, so Vivienne disinfected him, bandaged his leg with a tool nearby, and gave him a couple of shots.

Carl also marveled at Vivienne's skills. He didn't know what acupuncture point she was targeting, but he felt the pain in his body reduce significantly. He could even slightly move his foot now.

As they waited for the ambulance to arrive, his attention was irresistibly drawn to the race between Vivienne and Hurricane.

"Look here, lass." Hurricane smirked as they both returned to the starting line. He watched with a mocking stare as Vivienne effortlessly strapped herself into the car and adjusted her seat with practiced ease. "Racing isn't a game for little girls like you. Don't expect me to go easy on you just 'cause you're a lady. If you break an arm or a leg, that's on you."

Vivienne cast him a cool glance. "Do I know you?"

She sat in the car, buckling her helmet with a snap, with her chin raised defiantly. "You're not in my league to talk racing." Hurricane took her retort as mere bravado and entered his car. "That's the spirit. Let's see how long you can keep it up."

The referee took his position, raising the starter's pistol high in the air.

At the sound of the gunshot, Hurricane took off like a bullet, leaving the others in his dust.