Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 233

Felicity’s grand entrance sent a ripple through the pit lane. Crew members paused mid-step, casting sideways glances at the commotion.

“Who is she supposed to be? All this fuss, but she doesn’t look like a celebrity,” one muttered, craning his neck for a better look. But as soon as they caught sight of Felicity’s face, their curiosity faded into disappointment and confusion.

Another staffer folded his arms, scoffing, “That’s the sponsor’s darling—Felicity. Total amateur, only here because she got shoehorned into the exhibition race.”

The international racing exhibition wasn’t an official competition, but the drivers who appeared at the opening ceremony were usually either world-renowned professionals, retired champions, or industry moguls who’d left their mark on motorsports. Only people of that caliber were supposed to grace the spotlight and drum up excitement for the event.

Felicity, by contrast, had never won a trophy or made a name for herself. When her name showed up on the exhibition roster, the other drivers all had the same question—Who is she?

A quick search revealed a surprise. Felicity was a minor internet celebrity, who’d recently gone viral posting videos of herself riding motorcycles with a five-year-old boy. The attention was explosive.

Of course, not everyone was a fan. Plenty of people left angry comments and reported her videos. But Felicity’s agency was a subsidiary of Vaughn Enterprises, and as the CEO’s sister-in-law, she was well protected. Any complaints about her quickly disappeared without a trace.

Just last week, the racing world was rocked by even bigger news. Vaughn Enterprises’ CEO had shelled out a fortune to poach the entire engineering and mechanics team from Luna Racing Club—flying them overseas just to work for Felicity alone.

The whole industry was floored by Vaughn Enterprises’ audacity.

Felicity had gone all out, hiring a professional film crew and a glam squad to craft her image. She planned to document her experience as a driver at the international race, turning it into a vlog for her followers.

She was sure the video would be a hit. And whatever controversy her appearance stirred—well, she just told herself it was all jealousy, and she rather enjoyed being the object of envy.

“Young Master Vaughn, look over here!” the cameraman called to Dames, who stood beside Felicity.

Still, Felicity felt confident. With Luna Racing Club’s own engineering team backing her now, she might just beat Luna at her own game.

“Alright, alright, I’ll take you to Luna’s lounge,” Felicity relented.

That perked Dames right up. He happily grabbed Felicity’s hand as the camera crew trailed after them.

Of course, Felicity had another motive for seeking Luna out—she wanted Luna to appear in her vlog, a mere backdrop to Felicity’s own brilliance. She didn’t know what Luna looked like, but Luna was a married woman and a mother; surely she couldn’t compete with Felicity’s youthful, single charm.

They stopped at a door labeled “Luna—Private Lounge.” Without bothering to knock, Felicity pushed it open and strode in.

“Hi, Luna. I’m one of the exhibition drivers this year. My name’s Felicity.”