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!”

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

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

he send Jonathan because he was afraid

died even if they made a slight mistake just

happen if she was not with Ben, whom she

was due to Jonathan and Brad’s malicious

grabbed Jonathan’s arm as he strode towards

to

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

after her, only for both of them

pulled her aside, knowing that he had one chance

scrape on

she was

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

Jean nodded.

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

his black suit, looking elegant and prideful as royalty. Addressing Edgar, his intention was to grab Jean’s attention. His eyes traveled from the top of her head to the tips of her toes, ensuring that she was safe and

suddenly saw Ben grasping her wrists.

was tight as she stepped between the men. “I’m sorry to disappoint you, but

much to me. If poverty is something you’re concerned about,

trying to rile us