Edgar’s Relentless Pursue for The Love of His Life

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!"

Jean surveyed her surroundings to find Jonathan stomping around in anger, but she was quickly distracted by a tall figure within the crowd.

Did he send Jonathan because he was afraid that I would win? Such a despicable move.

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

She could not imagine what would happen if she was not with Ben, whom she had been working with a long time.

The only reason they had to go through the narrow path was due to Jonathan and Brad's malicious actions! And perhaps, they were spurred on by Edgar.

Brad grabbed Jonathan's arm as he strode towards Jean. "We..."NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

Jean interrupted him before he could explain his actions. "Tell Edgar not to drag other people into our bad history. It reflects badly upon him."

Rolling her eyes, she took her helmet off as she stomped towards the stage for the prize-giving ceremony.

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

"Jean!" Ben frowned as he pulled her aside, knowing that he had one chance only.

"Yes?" Jean turned towards her partner only to see a scrape on his forehead and felt her heart throb with sorrow.

He was hurt because she was in his car.

Ben saw the pain 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 you if we won."

Jean nodded.

"I wanted to say..." Ben began as he rummaged through the pockets in his pants."Congratulations, Mr. Ludwig." Edgar's voice cut through the moment.

Edgar was standing behind them 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 toes, ensuring that she was safe and sound.

The anger in his voice melted away momentarily as he suddenly saw Ben grasping her wrists. "I didn't expect the competition to be so exciting."

Jean's smile was tight as she stepped between the men. "I'm sorry to disappoint you, but we won! Your prize will be mine soon."

Edgar sighed and added bluntly. "Ten thousand isn't much to me. If poverty is something you're concerned about, we have a charity organization."

He's obviously trying to rile us up.

Jean smirked. "Mr. Royden, I'd suggest for you to increase the cash prizes then. You wouldn't mind, right? Since ten thousand isn't a lot to you."

What a blatant challenge!

Jean saw a vein pop on Edgar's temple but chose to turn away as she and Ben went to the stage.

The crowd's screams finally came clearer to her. "You're amazing, lady! You look so good! Are you two together?"

Jean and Ben stood on the stage, allowing the cheers to wash over them in their celebration.

Edgar, on the other hand, was glaring at them with bunched-up fists.

"Mr. Royden, here you go." An assistant pulled him back into reality as she handed him the prize.

The reporters hurried to have the momentous scene on camera as Edgar rarely ever appeared in public, especially for low-tiered events like this.

"One moment! I have something to say!" Ben called out as he took the microphone from the host.

Getting on his knee, he presented a diamond ring to Jean.

En Jean. Jean, Dave you. Would you do me the honor of marrying me?"

The crowd went wild.

Jean stared at Ben and at the ring in shock. It did not cross her mind that he was going to propose to her!

Meanwhile, Edgar, who was going to present them with the prize, frozen on the spot.