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 surroundings to find Jonathan stomping around in anger, but she

afraid that

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 working with

to Jonathan and Brad’s malicious actions! And perhaps, they were spurred on

grabbed Jonathan’s arm as he strode towards

actions. “Tell Edgar not to drag

as she stomped towards the stage for the

her, only for both of them to

as he pulled her aside, knowing that he

only to see a scrape on his forehead and

because she was

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

Jean nodded.

pockets in his pants.”Congratulations, Mr.

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 the tips of her toes, ensuring

Ben

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

much to me. If poverty is something you’re

trying to rile us