Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 232

After the lawyer posted the video, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

“Mr. Vaughn, Felicity’s apology video is now up,” he said.

He refreshed Felicity’s social feed and immediately noticed that Harrison was the first to give her a like.

Harrison took a screenshot and showed it to Selene.

On her own phone, Selene calmly stopped her stopwatch.

Without Harrison needing to say a word, Selene picked up the statement of forgiveness and signed her name.

She handed the document to the officers, smiling at Harrison. “Let’s hope she manages to collect all 999 likes soon.”

Harrison was about to reply when Selene continued, “I’m still waiting for the real show—when Vincent and his crew lead Felicity onto the track at the exhibition race. You and Felicity will be left with no dignity at all, and the best part hasn’t even started.”

He looked down at her, almost scoffing, “So you remember Vincent.”

Harrison turned his glare on Carmel, his eyes filled with open hostility.

There was no way Selene could know anything about racing. Clearly, Carmel must have told her about how Harrison had lured Luna Racing Club’s entire engineering team away for Felicity.

Selene turned to the two officers. “Would you please ask Mr. Vaughn to leave? As his ex-wife, I’d prefer he stayed out of my life.”

The officers were only too happy to oblige, not wanting Harrison to cause any more trouble.

“Mr. Vaughn, let’s go.”

“Miss Thompson, thank you for the statement. We won’t take up any more of your time.”

Selene told them, “Signing this statement doesn’t mean I forgive anyone. Just like Felicity’s two apologies don’t mean she’s truly sorry.”

She smiled at Harrison. “See you at the race.”

Her smile was calm and airy, leaving Harrison unexpectedly unsettled.

He recognized that look—it was the same expression Selene used to wear whenever she’d planned a surprise for him.

But they were divorced now. What kind of surprise could this woman possibly have in store for him?

*

Race day.

An hour before the opening ceremony of the international racing event, the stands were already packed.

“Statistics show that in the year Luna became Aldonia’s first female racecar driver, the number of women applying for driver’s licenses in major cities spiked dramatically. The following year, the number of women earning racing licenses increased fivefold!

Now, five years later, Luna returns to the track at the Capital City Grand Prix. Fans from all over the country have come to cheer her on. Let’s look forward to her big comeback!”

*

“Clear the way, please! Make some room!”

Suddenly, a large group swept into the paddock area behind the scenes of the race.

They carried blinding floodlights and massive reflectors; some hauled cameras and tripods. The caravan was so imposing that everyone else had no choice but to step aside.

Felicity was at the center of it all.

Click! Click!

A photographer crouched, changing angles, snapping shot after shot of Felicity.

She wore her heavy racing suit, the top half unzipped and tied around her waist, revealing her athletic figure in a fitted sports top.

A Ferrari cap shaded her eyes, smoky eye makeup accentuating her features. She strode to the event’s promotional backdrop, flicked her hair into place, and struck a pose as the strobe lights flashed relentlessly across her face.