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!”

and gave Jean a one-handed hug around her shoulder. “I’ll go through the fire for

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

afraid that I would win? Such a

disgust. They would have died even if

if she was not with Ben, whom she

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

as he strode towards

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

took her helmet off as she stomped towards the stage for

of them to

her aside, knowing that he had one

Jean turned towards her partner only to see a scrape on his forehead

she

saw the pain in her eyes when she saw his slight wound and looked down. Steeling his resolve, he grabbed her wrists. “I told you that I had

Jean nodded.

pockets in his

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 tips of

melted away momentarily as he suddenly saw Ben grasping

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

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

obviously trying to rile