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!”

find Jonathan stomping around in anger, but she

was afraid that

They would have died

imagine what would happen if she was not

only reason they had to go through the narrow path was due to

as he

to drag other people

eyes, she took her helmet off as she stomped

chased after her, only for both of them to meet Edgar and his

as he pulled her aside, knowing that

Jean turned towards her partner only to see a scrape on his forehead and

was 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

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

away momentarily as he suddenly saw Ben grasping

“I’m sorry to disappoint you, but

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

obviously trying to rile

prizes then. You wouldn’t mind, right?