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!”

gave Jean a one-handed hug around

in anger, but she was quickly distracted by a tall

Jonathan because he was afraid that I would win?

died even if they made a slight mistake

was not with Ben, whom she had

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

Jonathan’s arm as he strode towards

could explain his actions. “Tell Edgar not to drag other people into our

she took her helmet off as she stomped towards the stage for

after her, only for both of

Ben frowned as he pulled her aside,

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

was hurt because she

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

Jean nodded.

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

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

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

sorry to disappoint you, but we won! Your prize will be mine

If

obviously trying to