Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 241

“There’s an old saying in Aldonia: ‘You can’t turn mud into bricks!’”

“Felicity drives like an amateur! We gave her a top-of-the-line racecar, and she probably hasn’t even floored it once!”

“I’m packing up and heading home. I refuse to stick around and watch Felicity embarrass herself!”

Out on the track, the gap between Felicity and the other cars kept growing. She waited for someone ahead to make a mistake, but it never happened.

Why was everyone pushing their cars to the limit?

Not a single driver showed the slightest sign of slowing down.

A wave of panic crept over Felicity. If nobody else made a mistake, she’d end up dead last.

Her eyes darkened with determination. No way was she letting herself finish at the bottom—she still had a few tricks up her sleeve.

“Go, Luna! Come on, Luna!”

In the VIP box, Dames bounced excitedly by the window, clutching a model of Solarius’s car.

Gemma sat back in her seat, thoroughly uninterested in racing. The only reasons she’d come were to keep her precious grandson company—and to finally catch a glimpse of Luna, the driver Dames wouldn’t stop talking about.

But in Gemma’s opinion, Luna wasn’t even close to being worthy of the Vaughn family.

As far as she knew, Luna had retired five years ago to get married and have a child. People speculated that her comeback meant either her family was supporting her to reclaim her dreams, or things had gone south with her husband and she needed to earn a living.

Either way, Gemma’s mind was made up: any woman who had to make money for her family had a husband who was utterly useless.

She watched Dames’ small figure at the window, already plotting how to make her grandson forget this ridiculous idea of having Luna as his new mom.

A woman like Luna—if she ever found out the little heir to Vaughn Enterprises was fond of her, she’d be more than eager to cozy up to Harrison! After the race, Gemma would definitely have a little talk with Luna.

“Dames, have some water.”

“Dames, would you like some grapes? Here, let me feed you.”

“Dames, try a strawberry, they’re really sweet.”

Suddenly, Altair jumped down from his seat and hurried to the floor-to-ceiling window.

On the stadium’s massive screen, the hood of Solarius’s car had just popped open, completely blocking Selene’s view.

The crowd held its breath, all eyes on Solarius.

High up in the stands, Daph sat with Luke Holloway and Carmel, unaware that Selene was the one behind the wheel of Solarius.

“What are they going to do?” Daph looked up, her dark eyes wide with worry. She saw both Luke and Carmel frowning, tense with concern.

“How could something like this happen?” Luke muttered.

Carmel pressed her lips together, her face pale and strained in the sunlight.

“I believe in Selene. She’ll handle it,” Carmel said quietly.

Daph blinked, catching her mother’s name. But where was Mom?