Edgar and His Destined Wife
Chapter 469

Chapter 469

There was a moment's silence in the air.

Even if Jean was slow to react, she would realize something at this point.

Sherry laughed with contempt.

"Why? Don't tell me you hid it from her?" Ben's face grew cold.

"Jeannie, I'll explain it to you later. Let's go. Ignore this lunatic."

But no matter how he pulled her, Jean was unmoving.

"Ben, please leave" she said softly, and she immediately shifted her gaze.

"otherwise, there's no way to solve this" After hesitating, Ben could only move his feet.

In the split second when he passed Sherry, he gave her an icy warning.

"Although I can't touch Pinnacle Group, I still have the power to lay a hand on you"

Sherry's smile froze.It was because she was the adopted daughter of the Summer family and an impostor at that.

This was why they looked down on her! "Let's see who will emerge the champion."

After Ben left, Jean said bluntly, "You can't earn anything from investing in a competition like this. You're only trying to torment me.Why don't you set a condition and let Dark Horse off the hook?" Her eyes, which were as calm as water, were unbelievably steady.

At that moment, Sherry's heart expanded in envy.

"Pfft.I don't understand how a person like you is confident enough to put forth a bargaining chip to me.Are you worthy? I am now the investor. If I make you race, you must race." She lifted her chin proudly and loftily.

"Or you can tell Edgar to come and see me.Perhaps I will change my mind if he kneels in front of me to beg me.After all, a stray dog like him isn't even worthy to tie my shoelace now." Upon hearing the disdain in her voice, Jean's brows tightened.

What on earth has been happening lately? Can it be that Edgar didn't plan to hand over the company to Edbert on fake pretenses? Is he caught in their trap? Her unconcealed concern was written on her face. Sherry stared at her coldly, and her tone was unpleasant.

"It's fine.I would rather you appear on the racecourse."

"You wish for something to happen to me.It would be best if I died on the racecourse, wouldn't it?"

Sherry bit the corners of her lips fiercely and didn't say a word.

"I can race, but I'm not being blackmailed by you. Sherry, I have never treated you like my enemy because we were strangers. You were never important to me" Jean said it without emotion. Without looking at Sherry, she opened the door and walked out.

When the door opened, she happened to bump into the man that had just rushed from the hospital. His arm, which was hidden in his suit, was wrapped in gauze. He had been very lucky to walk away with such injuries when his car overturned at such a height. His face was filled with panic, afraid that she would feel wronged.

Jean's fingers clenched, and she forcefully suppressed the rage in her chest.

"Let's go."

With these two words, Edgar's cold and impatient expression slowly softened.

Without missing a beat, he turned and followed her. His tall figure caught up to her.

"I can explain."

He blocked the car, hurriedly looking for an opportunity to speak.

Jean said coldly, "Did you tell the doctor when you suddenly came out of the hospital? Who will be responsible if something happens? You're not young. Don't you ever think before you do anything? Get into the car and go back to the hospital!"

After she berated him, the man's cold lower jawline softened.

At least she still cared about him.

Jean kept her eye on him as he went for a check-up and replaced his wrappings.

By this time, Ben and the racing team had arrived at the hotel. He also received a text message from Jean.

"We're racing."

Furthermore, she promised that nothing would happen and that she would safely finish the race.

As for everything else, she would look for the opportunity to come clean to him later.

On the contrary, what she said confirmed Edgar's previous guess.

Jean was hiding why she joined the race.

He didn't know if he should be grateful for such a situation.

"Ben, are we racing? Will it be safe? With Jean's personality, you know that it's hard to change her mind on things that she's set her mind on." Sonny pondered softly.

"You don't have to worry about the team. Just do what's best for the two of you.I will take care of everything else."

He wasn't afraid of being pressured by the investors.

They would be suspended from racing for three years at most.

They were racers who had worked together, but more than that, they were a team.

They were a family.

They couldn't betray their conscience for a little profit.

Upon watching his cell phone screen darken, Ben's fingers clenched.

"Sonny, make the usual preparations. When the time comes, replace Jean's car with mine."

"Are...are you worried that someone would tinker with the car?"

Sonny thought of what had happened before. His brows were furrowed.

"That can't happen. In international races like these, even if people have bad intentions, they don't have the opportunity to make a move. Before the car goes on the racecourse, it has to go through at least five checkpoints""

Ben turned a deaf ear and said coldly, "I hope to ensure that everything is safe."

Even if something happened, he would bear it for Jean.

He couldn't let her owe Edgar any more favors.

Seeing Ben's firm gaze, Sonny could only agree.

"Don't worry.I'll check the cars personally before the race."

Before Sonny became a manager, he was an outstanding safety officer.It would be a lot safer if it passed through his hands.

"Thank you, Sonny;' Ben said gratefully.

"It's nothing.It's what I should be doing."

Sonny was about to deal with the procedures for rejoining the race and walked out, but he thought of something and turned around.

He said, "Ben, sometimes a racer's fate isn't controlled by the car.

A racer controls it with their hands instead.

If she has something planned, we might be unable to stop her on the racecourse."

Indeed.

Ben knew it full well.

This was why he was distraught at that moment, but he couldn't help but trust Jean.

"Look for an opportunity to talk to her properly. You know better than I do how dangerous racing is."

Ben's heart sank.

Yes.

He had almost become paralyzed last time.

In the hospital, Jean watched as Edgar's wounds were redressed before he lay down on the bed. She stopped a nurse and carefully asked what to look out for. She only let the nurse go after replaceing out that he wasn't severely hurt and just needed to rest well.

A pair of eyes watched her adoringly the whole time.

"Miles, could I trouble you to leave for now?"

Jean turned around and asked.

"No problem."

Miles didn't dare stick around.

If he ruined the warm atmosphere before him, he could forget his salary bonus for the next six months.

Edgar didn't move at all.

His eyes weren't as cold and sharp as usual.

His warm gaze fell on Jean instead.

No matter how angry she was, she had nowhere to vent when she was met with such a gaze.

But she was livid the more she thought about it.

Jean gritted her teeth and asked, "Are you a racer?"

"No." The man answered in a low voice.

"Have you been through racing training?"

"No"

"Then you must have gone mad since you have the nerve to drive on the racecourse like that!"