Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 236

“Do you people even know who I am?”

Felicity flashed her competitor’s badge at the group of staff, holding it up so they had no choice but to look closely.

But once they saw her badge, the staff exchanged glances, their expressions a tangled mix of frustration and exasperation.

The name Felicity was practically infamous at this event.

“Of course we know you,” one of them said, his tone clipped and deliberate. “You’re Felicity—the amateur driver who doesn’t even have a racing license. Since this is your first time at an international race, let me give you a little advice.”

He enunciated each word: “Don’t go barging into other racers’ lounges!”

Looking around the room, he demanded, “Who let you people in here?”

The lighting crew and photographers all glanced at Felicity, waiting for her cue.

“They’re with me!” Felicity declared, her voice sharp and commanding.

The staff member’s face darkened. “The race is about to start, and you show up with your whole entourage—are you here to mess with Luna on purpose?”

No sooner had he finished speaking than a loud crash rang out—a racing helmet tumbled off the counter and hit the floor.

One of the lighting guys blushed bright red, scrambling to pick up the helmet and set it back in place.

Selene noticed that the same guy was holding a thin metal tube. If you weren’t paying attention, you might think it was just a piece of his equipment. In a panic, he shoved the tube into his pants pocket.

If it was really just a prop for his job, why hide it so fast?

After the helmet incident, the staff’s patience snapped.

“That’s Luna’s helmet! That’s it—out! All of you, out! If you don’t leave right now, I’m calling security!”

Gesturing like they were shooing away a flock of pigeons, the staff drove Felicity and her team toward the exit.

“I’m staying to wait for Luna!” Dames protested, digging in his heels.

Felicity was trembling with rage, every muscle taut. Bruises from Victor Thompson’s beating still throbbed along her legs and back, each pulse a reminder of her humiliation.

“You’re all unbelievable!” Her face twisted with fury.

The staff just rolled their eyes, no longer bothering to hide their contempt.

“Yeah, we’re terrible, aren’t we? Want us to call the cops for you?”

Felicity deflated, her bravado evaporating like air from a punctured balloon. With the race about to start, getting the police involved meant she could kiss her shot at competition goodbye.

She spun around and snapped at her crew, “Let’s go!”

*

At last, the lounge was quiet again. Carmel glanced at her friend, curiosity getting the better of her. “How did your son turn out like that? He and Daph are twins, but their personalities couldn’t be more different.”

“Everyone at Vaughn Enterprises keeps a close eye on Dames,” came the answer, tired and a little sad. “His grandmother’s always interfering in his upbringing. Honestly, I should be grateful Gemma barely pays attention to Daph. If she did…”