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 cackle 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

Jonathan because he was afraid

in disgust. They would have died even if they made a slight mistake

not imagine what would happen if she was not with Ben, whom she

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

Jonathan’s arm as he

to drag other people

eyes, she took her helmet off as she stomped towards

both of them to

as he pulled her aside,

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

because she was

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 something to tell you if

Jean nodded.

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

grab Jean’s attention. His eyes traveled from the top of her head to

as he suddenly saw Ben grasping her

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

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

trying to