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 fire

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

was afraid that I would win? Such a

died even if they made a slight mistake just

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

path was due to Jonathan and Brad’s malicious

arm as he strode towards Jean.

not to drag other people into our bad

eyes, she took her helmet off as she stomped towards the stage for the

chased after her, only for both of

Ben frowned as he pulled her aside, knowing

only to see a scrape on

because she was in his

Steeling his resolve, he grabbed her wrists. “I told you that I had something

Jean nodded.

pockets

standing behind them in his black suit, looking 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

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

men. “I’m sorry to disappoint you, but we won! Your

much to me. If poverty is something you’re concerned

obviously trying to rile us