Edgar and His Destined Wife

Chapter 173 Boundaries

It wasn’t that she didn’t dare to touch Gigi. Gigi was only a minor character in her revenge plans. It just wasn’t time for her yet. But since Gigi couldn’t wait for it. Then she would just do as she hoped.

Jean stepped toward the training ground. Hiring a lawyer? How unmeaningful. She put on her helmet and went straight into her car. When everything was ready, the car sped out at its fastest speed. Mud splattered into the air.

All at the scene watched her closely. Some were worried, and some were amazed by her. “Jean’s maneuver at the bend is phenomenal!”

“She didn’t even slow down the tiniest bit!” “She’s almost at the line.” The car approached the slope where Ben had the accident. Ben furrowed his forehead. His palms were sweaty. “Jean, you must, you must…”

Sonny appeared behind Ben. “Ben, have you seen Zackie?”

“No, what happened?”

Sonny looked at the car. “Jean told me that the car was tampered with a few days ago. She suspects that it was Zackie. I’ve checked his account. There’s something fishy going on.”

“Zackie was the one who checked the car too today!” Franklin rushed over when he overheard them. “It can’t be…”

They were on edge. Edgar, dressed in a sleek black suit, stood watching coolly on the stands. His eyes were focused on the car.

“Mr. Royden, he spilled the beans,” Miles reported. Edgar raised his hand. He wanted to watch Jean finish the race. Jean was a flower blooming in a greenhouse. Now, she was a wild rose blossoming in a desert. She was captivating.

Miles stood at the back, trying not to disturb Edgar. The car sped across the tracks. She was the focus of the audience.

The Racing Association had sent people down to observe the race. When the manager of another crew saw Jean’s performance, he approached Sonny. “You better take good care of that gorgeous racer. I think in a few days, many famous teams will be here trying to steal her away.”

The number of racers in recent years had dwindled. Female racers that are as skillful as Jean was even rarer.

Her outstanding performance on the day had surpassed most male drivers. She had endless potential.

Sonny’s eyebrow twitched. “Mr. Jenkins, don’t even think of stealing Jean away. She’s a part of the Black Horse Team.”

“Is she? Let’s wait and see. I don’t think your crew can hold on to such a talent.” Mr. Jenkins laughed and left.

Sonny gritted his teeth. But he couldn’t refute him.

There were countless other crews that were better than Dark Horse. Besides, Ben was thinking of retiring. He would have a press conference next week to announce his retirement.

Dark Horse would be in the past.

heard the engine. They were amazed

a candidate racer from one

“I heard she’s stunning!”

“Wow…”

the record just

felt anxious when he heard

the situation?” His hands were quivering. He had a bad feeling as his eyelid

Jean has completed the race. She broke the record by

“We’re done.”

halfway out the door. “Send that box of cigars to Mr. Edbert

association could do as they liked and

Jean had single-handedly

but was blocked by the Black

and even broke

at the checkpoint

expression was stiff. “What are

dryly and pushed his secretary between them. “Here, you can explain it to them. I need to go to the

make

placed their hands

not done talking yet.

a statement of clarification. He wouldn’t dare to ban

them? Where are they

know! They signed a contract with the association and went with

the same time, on

off her helmet. Her

man

“Have some water.”

by the water

her window,

want to accept any of

and tossed the bottle into the

of the window and yelled at the man’s retreating

in his tracks. “I

and her ears started