Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 158

Several distinguished elders descended the staircase, their excitement barely contained as they hurried toward Selene. Their arrival made the crowd part Instinctively, and all attention in the grand hall seemed to gravitate to them.

Even as they approached, the elders jostled each other, each one eager to be the first to reach Selene. She immediately recognized Xavier among them; as for the others, she’d seen their faces before–on lecture posters at Aldonia University of Science & Technology and Capital University.

“Apologies for not greeting you sooner,” Xavier said, extending his hand with a warm smile.

Selene humbly offered both of her hands to shake his. “Mr. Sable, it’s an honor to meet you.”

The other elders studied her with growing approval, their eyes alight with satisfaction. One of them, unable to suppress his delight, leaned in and said, “Miss Thompson, would you join us upstairs for a private conversation?”

No sooner had he spoken than the guests erupted in whispers and exclamations. The second floor was off–limits to everyone else in the hall–a forbidden realm. At the top of the staircase, everyone could see the closed, gilded doors, their purple–gold hue glimmering in the ambient light.

Only the most elite figures of the Tech Summit Forum–industry titans and scientific luminaries–were ever permitted to pass through that golden gate. The rest, whether business professionals or ordinary researchers, could only dream of such privilege.

Now, five legendary scholars–faces most people had only seen on evening news broadcasts–had descended together to the main floor, all vying for Selene’s attention. Their eager gazes focused solely on her.

Across the room, Felicity looked as if someone had just stepped on her toes. She blurted out, “Selene sneaked in with a fake invitation! What right does she have to

go upstairs?”

Chairman Winston, the summit’s host, replied without missing a beat, “A fake invitation? I wrote Miss Thompson’s invitation myself. There’s no way it could be fake.”

Felicity whipped around to confront the hotel manager. “But Selene’s name isn’t even on Daniel’s guest list!”

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Gemma, visibly anxious, kept her eyes glued to the gathering of eminent elder Chairman Winston–besides hosting the event–was also Vice President of the Capital Chamber of Commerce, a notoriously elusive figure. Gemma had lived in Capital City for decades and never managed to cross paths with him.

Chairman Winston didn’t even bother to look at the hotel manager. “That’s because he’s not authorized to see the list of special guests.”

Xavier, arms clasped behind his back, let out a soft, derisive laugh. “Every special guest’s identity and itinerary are strictly classified. Why would the organizers ever share that information with the hotel staff?”

Daniel’s face turned ashen. If the organizers found out he’d almost thrown Selene out, he’d be out of a job for sure. He spun toward Felicity and hissed, “I told you–l never had the full guest list! And you insisted your own sister wasn’t an important guest!”

Felicity puffed up, defiant. “How was I supposed to know? I just thought you could use this to impress your bosses, maybe get ahead around here.”

Daniel looked as if he’d swallowed a mouthful of ash. “Felicity! Do you have any idea what you’ve done to me?”

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