Edgar and His Destined Wife

Chapter 32 Marry Me, Jean!

“What’s that?!” Suddenly, the announcer yelped as a car burst forth from the dusty paths.

“The Dark Horse lives! Look at it gallop! This is the highlight of the competition. No! This is the highlight of the season! Watch them overcome this dead-end road! The Dark Horse has conquered both the lands and the hills!”

How did they manage to overcome this dead-end path?

Edgar stared at the car on the screen. Despite the wonky back tires and the terrible dents on the body of the car, the Dark Horse burst through the final line as the winner, earning a deafening cheer from the crowd.

The cold look in Edgar’s eyes melted away as he stared at the screen.

Stumbling back to his seat, he raised his head and growled. “Did you ask me to award them just now?”

Mr. Lane turned to Edgar, awestruck flushing his cheeks. “Yes, if that pleases you.”

Ben and Jean removed their helmets at the ending line as they drank the cheers of the crowd around them.

“We won!” Ben yelled as his team crowded around him and Jean, embracing them in relief and joy.

“Ben, you nearly gave us a heart attack!”

“Are you alright, Jean? Your brains and his brawn are so compatible!”

hug around her shoulder. “I’ll go through

anger, but she was quickly distracted by a tall figure within the

he was afraid that I would win? Such a despicable

would have died

not imagine what would happen if she was not with Ben, whom she had been working with a long

the narrow path was due to Jonathan and Brad’s malicious actions! And perhaps, they were spurred on by

as he

could explain his actions. “Tell Edgar not to drag other people into our

as she stomped

both of them to meet Edgar

her aside, knowing that he

a scrape on his forehead and

was hurt because she was in his

she saw his slight wound and looked down. Steeling his resolve, he grabbed her wrists. “I told you that

Jean nodded.

to say…” Ben began as he rummaged through the pockets in his pants.”Congratulations, Mr. Ludwig.” Edgar’s voice cut

his intention was to grab Jean’s attention. His eyes traveled from the top of her head to the tips of her toes, ensuring that she

momentarily as he suddenly saw Ben grasping her wrists. “I didn’t expect the competition to

stepped between the men. “I’m sorry to disappoint you, but we won! Your prize will be

bluntly. “Ten thousand isn’t much to me. If poverty is something you’re concerned

obviously trying to rile