Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 238

Harrison heard footsteps and turned to see a woman in a racing suit striding toward him.

Brilliant sunlight poured in from behind, catching on his shoulders and casting long lines across the floor.

He instantly recognized the helmet swinging from her hand. It was Luna’s—midnight blue, adorned with a golden crescent moon circled by stars.

The upper half of the woman’s body was cloaked in shadow.

As she stepped from the darkness, Harrison found himself holding his breath.

Luna wasn’t wearing her helmet—which meant, for the first time, he would see her face.

Selene was just as surprised. Was Harrison actually waiting for her?

She stopped, lingering at the edge of the shadows.

He turned to face her fully, one hand tucked into the pocket of his tailored trousers. Standing ramrod straight, broad-shouldered and sharply dressed, every line of his body seemed meticulously sculpted beneath the bespoke suit.

"I didn’t expect you to be the unreliable type, Luna," he said, voice cool. "You missed your appointment to pick up the car, so the ones you had your eye on have already found new owners."

It was only their second encounter, yet even Harrison noticed the antagonism he felt toward her.

It was a strange, almost uncontrollable urge to break her down. He wanted to toy with her, to see her blush with embarrassment, to force her to yield.

He stood casually, but a razor-sharp aura radiated from him.

His eyes were piercing and cold, as if he could cut straight through the shadows clinging to Luna.

"I’ll give you one last chance," he said. "Ten million a year. Coach Felicity."

A cigarette glowed between his fingers, its red tip illuminating the exhaustion etched on his face, white smoke curling around him like a shroud.

Ash drifted to his feet as she approached. He caught sight of her, a baby bump rounding her stomach, and his voice was rough and hoarse: "Stay away from me!"

She stopped short, the words of comfort dying in her throat.

He snapped, voice sharp and edged with pain, "How many times do I have to tell you? Don’t come to the garage! Get out! Selene, do you not understand plain English?!"

After Natalie’s sudden death, Harrison had closed the Vaughn family’s garage for good. Nobody was allowed to mention racing or sports cars in his presence ever again.

Only Felicity dared to keep pushing, using Natalie’s unfinished dreams as leverage.

And now, Harrison’s gaze was fixed—frozen—on Luna’s face.