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!”

cackle and gave Jean a one-handed hug around her shoulder. “I’ll go

around in anger, but

because he was afraid that I would

They would have died even if they made a slight

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

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

grabbed Jonathan’s arm as he

“Tell Edgar not to drag other people into our bad

took her helmet off as she stomped towards the stage for the prize-giving

of them to meet Edgar and his

as he pulled her aside, knowing that he had

towards her partner only to see a scrape on his forehead and felt her heart throb with

was hurt because she

when she saw his slight wound and looked down. Steeling his resolve, he

Jean nodded.

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

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

suddenly saw Ben grasping her wrists. “I didn’t expect the competition

sorry to disappoint you, but we

much to me. If poverty is something you’re

obviously trying to