Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 155

When Felicity saw Selene produce her Invitation, her eyes went wide in disbelief

After carefully examining Selene’s invitation, the usher gave a respectful bow. This way, Miss Thompson.”

Selene slipped the invitation back into her purse without so much as a glance at Felicity, Harrison, or anyone else nearby. She strode straight into the grand hall, as if the people who had just tried to strike up a conversation with her were of no consequence at all.

Felicity turned to the usher, her tone incredulous. “Did you see that clearly? Was that really an invitation she showed you? And why did hers look different from Harrison’s?”

The usher explained patiently, “The invitation Miss Thompson presented is a special guest pass sent directly from the organizers. The one Mr. Carter holds is a standard corporate invitation, which is distributed to various companies.”

Clayton murmured under his breath, “Sounds like the special guest pass is a notch above the corporate one.”

Harrison’s expression darkened. “As far as I know, the Summit Forum organizers have never sent a special guest pass to a gold medalist of the ALI Math Competition. If she won the gold and wanted to attend the Summit Forum, she’d have to partner with a university and use their academic invitation to join the welcome banquet.”

But the invitation Selene just produced looked nothing like the academic ones they’d seen before.

A glint of schadenfreude flickered in Felicity’s eyes. “Maybe Selene’s invitation is a

fake.”

The usher replied firmly, “Every invitation has a security code–I wouldn’t make such

a mistake.”

Felicity scoffed. “Security codes can be forged too. If you ask me, we’ll know if she really belongs at the banquet when I call the hotel manager.”

As Felicity and Clayton watched Harrison’s retreating figure, the usher muttered to himself, “What a ridiculous fuss.”

He picked up his walkie–talkie and relayed a message to the event staff: “Special guest Miss Thompson has arrived.

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09:40

On the second floor, a staff member received the message and slipped through a pair of ornate golden doors.

Lining both sides of the conference hall were elegant carved chairs, each occupied by the country’s most prominent tech moguls. Presiding over them was Xavier, chair of the ALI Competition Organizing Committee and chief advisor to the

biggest drone manufacturer in the country.

At that moment, he was deep in conversation with the organizer of the world’s top computer science conference and the director of the Aldonia Academy of

Sciences‘ Research Library.

Yet among this gathering of academic titans, all eyes were drawn to the man seated at the head of the room: Leo.

He looked like he belonged in a portrait, poised in front of a grand antique screen. His tailored suit had a modern cut, but the high collar and subtle gold–threaded fastenings gave it a timeless elegance.

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