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!”

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

he was afraid

teeth in disgust. They would have died even

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

due to Jonathan and

arm as he strode towards Jean.

actions. “Tell Edgar not to drag

helmet off as she stomped towards the stage for

of them to

aside, knowing

towards her partner only to see a scrape

hurt because she was in

his slight wound and looked down. Steeling his resolve, he

Jean nodded.

through the pockets in

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

saw Ben grasping her wrists. “I didn’t expect the

“I’m sorry to disappoint you, but

added bluntly. “Ten thousand isn’t much to me. If poverty is something you’re

obviously trying to rile us

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