Edgar and His Destined Wife
Chapter 173

Chapter 173 Boundaries

It wasn't that she didn't dare to touch Gigi. Gigi was only a minor character in her revenge plans. It just wasn't time for her yet. But since Gigi couldn't wait for it. Then she would just do as she hoped.

Jean stepped toward the training ground. Hiring a lawyer? How unmeaningful. She put on her helmet and went straight into her car. When everything was ready, the car sped out at its fastest speed. Mud splattered into the air.

All at the scene watched her closely. Some were worried, and some were amazed by her. "Jean's maneuver at the bend is phenomenal!"

"She didn't even slow down the tiniest bit!" "She's almost at the line." The car approached the slope where Ben had the accident. Ben furrowed his forehead. His palms were sweaty. "Jean, you must, you must..."

Sonny appeared behind Ben. "Ben, have you seen Zackie?"

"No, what happened?"

Sonny looked at the car. "Jean told me that the car was tampered with a few days ago. She suspects that it was Zackie. I've checked his account. There's something fishy going on."

"Zackie was the one who checked the car too today!" Franklin rushed over when he overheard them. "It can't be..."

They were on edge. Edgar, dressed in a sleek black suit, stood watching coolly on the stands. His eyes were focused on the car.

"Mr. Royden, he spilled the beans," Miles reported. Edgar raised his hand. He wanted to watch Jean finish the race. Jean was a flower blooming in a greenhouse. Now, she was a wild rose blossoming in a desert. She was captivating.

Miles stood at the back, trying not to disturb Edgar. The car sped across the tracks. She was the focus of the audience.

The Racing Association had sent people down to observe the race. When the manager of another crew saw Jean's performance, he approached Sonny. "You better take good care of that gorgeous racer. I think in a few days, many famous teams will be here trying to steal her away."

The number of racers in recent years had dwindled. Female racers that are as skillful as Jean was even rarer.

Her outstanding performance on the day had surpassed most male drivers. She had endless potential.

Sonny's eyebrow twitched. "Mr. Jenkins, don't even think of stealing Jean away. She's a part of the Black Horse Team."

"Is she? Let's wait and see. I don't think your crew can hold on to such a talent." Mr. Jenkins laughed and left.

Sonny gritted his teeth. But he couldn't refute him.

There were countless other crews that were better than Dark Horse. Besides, Ben was thinking of retiring. He would have a press conference next week to announce his retirement. Dark Horse would be in the past.

Some trainee racers came to watch when they heard the engine. They were amazed by Jean's impressive maneuvers.

"That's so cool! Is that a candidate racer from one of the national teams?"

"I heard she's stunning!"

"Wow..."

"Did she break the record just now?"

Peter was sitting in his office. He felt anxious when he heard the unending exclamations.

"What's the situation?" His hands were quivering. He had a bad feeling as his eyelid twitched.

"Mr. Hoffer, Jean has completed the race. She broke the record by twenty seconds."

"We're done."

Peter patted his head as he headed out of the office. He remembered something halfway out the door. "Send that box of cigars to Mr. Edbert of Royden Group as a gift. Then prepare an extravagant gift and come with me to the Ludwig family to beg for their forgiveness!"

If Jean hadn't completed the race or had an accident halfway through, the racing association could do as they liked and make sure that things wouldn't be put in the limelight.

But Jean had single-handedly crushed Peter's manipulation.

He rushed out but was blocked by the Black Horse Team.

"Mr. Hoffer, you must keep your word. Jean has done as you requested and even broke the record by twenty seconds. You can tell the truth now!"

"Who colluded with the crew at the checkpoint and tampered with Ben's car?"

Peter's expression was stiff. "What are you talking about? I don't understand."

He laughed dryly and pushed his secretary between them. "Here, you can explain it to them. I need to go to the toilet."

He turned to make a run for it.

Ben and Sonny placed their hands on his shoulder.

"Mr. Hoffer, we're not done talking yet. Where are you going?"

Peter felt helpless. He went back to the office with them quietly. He issued a statement of clarification. He wouldn't dare to ban Black Horse Team from participating in races in the future. "Where are the two of them? Where are they now?" Ben frowned.

"I really don't know! They signed a contract with the association and went with them."

At the same time, on the training ground.

Jean stopped her car on the racetracks. She took off her helmet. Her mind was blank from the jolts in the car and the thunderous engine.

She didn't notice the man next to the car.

"Have some water."

Jean was startled by the water bottle in front of her face.

When she saw Edgar standing by her window, she turned her face away.

She didn't want to accept any of his kindness.

Edgar expected her reaction and tossed the bottle into the car without a word.

"I've reported Gigi to the police." Jean stuck her head out of the window and yelled at the man's retreating profile. "There's no use even if you try to protect her!"

He stopped in his tracks. "I know."

She was dazed, and her ears started ringing.

Edgar seemed to have said something, but she couldn't hear him clearly.

He left through a side door and went into Nathan's car.

"Are you actually handing Gigi over to the police?" Nathan knew that he was merciless.

But he expected that Gigi would be an exception.

Edgar watched stonily as Jean disappeared from his sight. "Let's go."

Nathan nagged as he turned the steering wheel. "If you had known that things would come to this, you would have acted differently."

If he had let his hatred go and lived with Jean peacefully, things wouldn't have turned out that way.

He peeked at Edgar.

He changed the topic, knowing that Edgar didn't want to hear it. "I won't say anything else. Should I send you back to the company?" Edgar didn't reply to his question.

"I regret it."

But there was nothing else he could do. He could only do Jean a small justice.

He wouldn't protect Gigi this time.

But he would also step out of her life and stop disturbing her.

"Nathan, help me with something."

"What do you need?" Nathan felt that Edgar's words meant more than he said. He wasn't like his usual self.

"I want to return the Garrison Group to Jean. Her debts are dealt with. Please help with whatever procedures that needs to be completed."

Perhaps she would accept it if it wasn't him.

Nathan widened his eyes.

"Are you sure?"

Edgar didn't reply and closed his eyes slowly.

He thought about it for days, and that was the conclusion he came to.

When Edgar saw her earlier, he checked her wrist. He was relieved, knowing that it had healed.