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!”

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

her surroundings to find Jonathan stomping around in anger, but she was

because he was afraid that I would win? Such a despicable

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

if she was not

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

grabbed Jonathan’s arm as

interrupted him before he could explain his actions. “Tell Edgar not to drag other people into our bad history. It reflects

her eyes, she took her helmet off as she stomped

after her, only for both of

frowned as he pulled her aside, knowing that he

a scrape on his forehead

she was

saw his slight wound and looked down. Steeling his

Jean nodded.

began as he rummaged through the pockets in his pants.”Congratulations,

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

voice melted away momentarily as he suddenly saw Ben grasping her wrists. “I didn’t

she stepped between the men. “I’m sorry

thousand isn’t much to me. If poverty is something

to rile us