Edgar’s Relentless Pursue for The Love of His Life

Chapter 32

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!”

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

but she was quickly distracted by a tall

was afraid that I would win? Such a despicable

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

she was not with Ben, whom she had been working with

had to go through the narrow path was due to Jonathan and

Jonathan’s arm as

Edgar not to

she took her helmet off as she stomped towards the stage

both of

her aside, knowing that he had one

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

because she was

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

Jean nodded.

pockets in his pants.”Congratulations, Mr. Ludwig.” Edgar’s voice

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

Ben grasping her wrists. “I didn’t expect the competition to be

stepped between the men. “I’m sorry to disappoint you, but we

added bluntly. “Ten thousand isn’t much to me. If poverty is something you’re concerned about, we have a charity

obviously trying to rile us

Royden, I’d suggest for you to increase the cash prizes then. You wouldn’t mind, right? SInce ten thousand