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!”

a one-handed hug around her shoulder. “I’ll go through the

surroundings to find Jonathan stomping around in anger, but she was quickly

send Jonathan because he was afraid that I would win?

would have died even if they made a slight mistake

could not imagine what would happen if she was not with

go through the narrow path was due to Jonathan and Brad’s malicious actions! And perhaps,

arm as he strode

not to

her eyes, she took her helmet off as

of them to meet Edgar and his

Ben frowned as he pulled her aside, knowing that he had one chance

partner only to see a scrape on his forehead and

was hurt because she

looked down. Steeling his resolve, he grabbed her

Jean nodded.

Ben began as he rummaged through the pockets in his pants.”Congratulations, Mr. Ludwig.”

elegant and prideful as royalty. Addressing Edgar, his intention was to grab Jean’s attention. His eyes traveled from the top of her head to the

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

sorry to disappoint

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

obviously trying to rile us