Edgar and His Destined Wife

Chapter 31

Chapter 31 Someone’s Car Flipped!

Before Jean got into the car, she glanced at Jonathan, whom she realized was staring daggers at her. Despite her discomfort, Jean took a deep breath and calmed herself down before getting into the car.

Within the car, Jean found peace as the windows muted the loud cheering. She took a deep breath as she put on her helmet, but her eyes were set on one thing: the finishing line.

“All the other racers might drive off the arena if they saw you like that, Jean.” Ben jested, but Jean merely smiled. “I sure hope they do.”

A whistle rang out, indicating that the competition was starting soon. “I have something to tell you if we win, Jean.” Ben uttered as he gripped the steering wheel, his mind resetting into competition mode.

“We will.” Jean replied, missing his intentions entirely. As the countdown began, all the cars moved to the starting line.

“Keep an eye out for this competition! The organizers included muddy paths and winding roads, which will be a great challenge to the racers! Even Mother Nature wants to be part of the competition with the beads of rain falling upon the tracks! Who do you think would come first? Look! Number four is ahead!”

“Watch as Dark Horse pulls through the muddy paths! Come on! Watch it fly down the tracks! What a marvelous mechanical beast! And look at the beautiful co-driver here! Shall we await the birth of a beautiful miracle today?”

The announcer’s voice broke with emotions as the crowd began to chant. “Dark Horse! Dark Horse!”

Meanwhile, there was a man dressed in black seated in the VIP section, who had attendants waiting upon him. Despite their keen attention, Edgar was untouched as he stared at the large screen.

“Mr. Royden, I think we have a strong influence on this competition, which will be wonderful for our public recognition. Would you kindly announce the winner after the end of the competition?” Despite his babbling, Mr. Lane’s final comment elicited a response from Edgar. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“Will they win?” He uttered as he indicated on the screen. Who are ‘they’?

Mr. Lane watched the cars whizz by. “Do you mean car number four?”

Edgar remained silent, but Mr. Lane made a calculated guess. “Yes, they would most likely win.”

Mistaking Edgar’s interest, Mr. Lane began to explain about Ben. “Dark Horse has been in the running as a winner. Furthermore, they have a beautiful and competent co-driver.”

Edgar’s grip on the handrest of his chair tightened.

The shrill voice of the announcer stunted their conversation. “Number two and three are riding on Dark Horse’s tails! Will they be able to overtake them now that they’re coming out of the winding roads? Could they do it?”

Edgar squinted at the screen when he noticed car number four was decelerating while the other cars caught up with them. Taking a deep breath of satisfaction, he leaned back with a smile tugging on his lips.

“Ben, slow down!”

“What? No!” Ben yelled as he steered the car along the precarious path. The other cars are catching up with them. Now was not the time to slow down.

“Listen to me.”

Jean was unusually calm despite having Jonathan and Brad on her heels as she pointed at a side path. “There is a path to your nine o-clock. Enter through it at low speed.”

The path was the steepest part of the winding path and was the least popular path that drivers would take.

Jonathan, who was in car number 2, caught up with them and tried to bump them off the road, forcing Ben to swerve out of the way.

A screech rang out as one of the tires ground into some rocks.

Although the audience was not able to see it, Ben was feeling every single crash. In fact, it was the fifth time Jonathan was trying to run them off the road.

Jonathan was not only trying to disqualify them from the competition, but he was also trying to disqualify them from life!

Jean stared at Jonathan’s car. What a despicable move.

“Ben, trust me. I will not let you die. Where there’s a will, there’s a way.” Jean assured Ben, who gripped the steering wheel tightly.

“I’d follow you even if you lead me to my death…” Ben whispered as he suddenly spun his steering wheels to swerve into the narrow path, cutting his speech off.

Jean felt her heart drop slightly. That was so close!

The announcer jumped to his feet when he saw Ben’s maneuver. “What is the Dark Horse doing? Is he trying to push his lead ahead by taking the hard way? That’s suicide! Send the ambulances to stay on

standby. Is it a calculated strategy, or will they run off the road? It is such a winding road that ends with a cliff. What will they do?”

‘Boom!’ A loud crash echoed through the arena, silencing the crowd and, at the same time, spurring Edgar to his feet. “What happened?!”

“Mr. Royden! Car number four lost control and flipped! What would happen to the Ludwigs? Their young master is in the car?” Mr. Lane rambled on, unaware of Edgar, who was staring shell-shocked at the screen. Is she okay?

“Save them.” “Yes, Mr. Royden.” Miles responded as he dialed the emergency number. Meanwhile, Mr. Lane was sweating bullets, all the while praying for Ben’s safety.