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!”

hug around her shoulder. “I’ll go through the fire

around in anger, but she was quickly distracted by a tall

Jonathan because he was afraid that I would win?

have died even if they made a slight mistake just

happen if she was not with

the narrow path was due to Jonathan and Brad’s malicious

grabbed Jonathan’s arm as

Edgar not to drag other people into our bad

her eyes, she took her helmet off as she stomped towards

only for both of them to meet Edgar

as he pulled her aside, knowing that he

scrape on

was hurt because she was in his

looked down. Steeling his

Jean nodded.

pockets in his pants.”Congratulations, Mr. Ludwig.”

elegant and prideful as royalty. Addressing Edgar, his intention was to grab Jean’s attention. His eyes traveled

anger in his voice melted away momentarily as he suddenly saw Ben grasping her wrists. “I didn’t expect the competition to be

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

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

obviously trying to