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!”

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

surroundings to find Jonathan stomping around in anger, but she was quickly distracted by a tall figure within the

Jonathan because he was afraid

in disgust. They would have died even if

what would happen if she was not with Ben, whom she had been

to Jonathan and Brad’s malicious

arm as

Edgar not to

her helmet off as she stomped towards the stage for the prize-giving

chased after her, only for both of them to

pulled her aside, knowing that

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

hurt because she was in

her eyes when she saw his slight wound and looked down. Steeling his resolve, he grabbed her wrists. “I told you that I had something to tell

Jean nodded.

through the pockets in his pants.”Congratulations, Mr.

royalty. Addressing Edgar, his intention was to grab Jean’s attention. His eyes traveled from the top of her head to the

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

tight as she stepped between the men. “I’m sorry to disappoint

isn’t much to me. If poverty is something you’re concerned about,

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