Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 103

Chapter 103

Hearing Dames’s words, Felicity let out a dismissive laugh, and Harrison didnt take his son seriously either.

Dames stared, wide eyed, at Luria’s retreating figure. No way–he had to be

imagining things! Mistaking Luna for his melodramatic mother was an insult to

Luna!

As soon as Felicity announced she’d race Luna on heavy bikes, the privileged boys swarming around them started pitching their own rides.

“Luna, take my bike!”

“Luna, ride with me! Take mine!”

Selene recognized every single one of these trust–fund boys jostling for Lanes attention. If she took off her helmet, their attitude would change in an instant. They were all Felicity’s closest friends. Back when Selene returned to the Thompsons at eighteen, Felicity’s gang had greeted her with open hostility.

Later, when she married Harrison and became Mrs. Vaughn, you’d think his status would soften their attitude. But in their world, Harrison’s cold indifference set the tone for everyone else.

Felicity wheeled out her beloved bike, and when she saw her old friends clustered around Luna, her gaze toward Luna was nothing but venom.

She was brimming with confidence. After all, Felicity was a well–known biker online now, and Luna would have to ride someone else’s machine. Felicity figured her odds. of winning were even better.

She glanced up at the stands. A girl caught her eye and flashed her a signal Felicity nodded back, a smug smile flickering in her eyes. In ten minutes, shed drag, Luna, off her pedestal.

Selene looked past the crowd and spotted Adrian approaching, flanked by a couple. of guys, pushing a custom bike toward her.

Adrian tipped his head toward the sleek black machine. “Take this one,” he said

Selene stepped forward, noticing a crescent moon painted along the side. Her heart skipped. Was this bike made just for her?

Chapter 103

The original Luna Racing Club was long gone, but in his spare time, Adrian had poured his heart into building this bike from scratch. He’d spent hours on the garage floor, carefully carving the moon he envisioned onto its frame.

So Dames murmured to himself, “I hope they both win.”

Before he could say more, the starting horn blared, drowning him out as Selene and Felicity shot off the line.

It was a pure speed duel–just the two of them. The circuit at Bellcrest Mountain was 2.2 miles a lap, and they’d race three laps for the win.

At the start, Felicity pulled ahead, relying on her familiarity with the track. She’d been racing this loop for years, while it was Selene’s first time here.

Felicity was riding her own well–loved bike; Selene, meanwhile, was still getting used to the custom machine, forced to find her rhythm as she raced.

Felicity smirked, glancing back in her side mirror.

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