Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 101

When Solarius crossed the finish line, Selene was still in a daze.

Her hands gripped the steering wheel, her mind whirling, struggling to catch up with reality.

“Luna! You did it! You won!!”

Selene blinked in surprise and turned her head. Adrian had already pulled off his helmet, and his eyes–sharp, golden, full of unrestrained joy–sparkled like stars.

He reached out and gently removed Selene’s helmet, letting her dark hair spill out like silk.

Selene tried to steady her ragged breathing, her heart still racing from the adrenaline of the race.

She looked up. In Adrian’s luminous eyes, she saw only her own reflection.

“Luna, welcome back!” Adrian’s voice was rich with warmth, as if she were the most precious thing in the world.

“You’ve always been my champion,” he said with quiet conviction, still riding the high from the race, his chest rising and falling as the heat in the car grew thick.

Selene gazed at him, her expression earnest. “There’s something I’ve been wondering, ever since I first saw Solarius on the circuit. How did you know I was Luna, Mr. Shaw?”

Before she was recognized by the Thompsons, she went by Selene–her racing license always read Selene. She’d thought she’d done a flawless job hiding her identity as a driver.

Adrian leaned back, draping an arm casually over the seat. He grinned, teeth white as porcelain. “Because I’m the owner of the Luna Racing Club.”

Selene’s eyes widened in shock. “It was you? You were the one who brought me into

Luna?”

He nodded, eyes narrowing with a playful glint. “That’s right.”

Selene stared at him, almost awestruck. “So it was you. You’re the reason I became

Luna.”

Back then, when she joined the club, she had just one condition: they had to protect her privacy–her face and real name had to stay secret.

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Chapter 101

At that time, she was still a nobody. Female racers were rare enough in the circuit, and no one wanted to invest in her.

But the owner of Luna Racing Club had offered her a chance.

She’d been reckless and young, throwing herself wholeheartedly into every passion. She’d thought loving someone would be the same: if she just loved hard enough, she’d get love in return.

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