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!”

cackle and gave Jean a one-handed hug around her shoulder.

to find Jonathan stomping around in anger, but she was quickly distracted by a

Jonathan because he was afraid that

disgust. They would have died even

was not with Ben, whom she had been working

reason they had to go through the narrow path was due to Jonathan and Brad’s malicious actions! And

arm as

actions. “Tell Edgar not to drag other people into our bad history. It reflects badly upon

as she stomped towards the stage for the prize-giving

of them to meet Edgar

he pulled her aside, knowing that

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

she was in his

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

Jean nodded.

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

in 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

saw Ben grasping her wrists.

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

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

to rile