Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 242

Felicity caught sight of Solarius’s hood flying open and couldn’t help but smirk in triumph.

Now Solarius would have no choice but to slow down—if not, it’d be a one-way ticket to a spectacular crash.

The pit crew frantically waved their flags, signaling for Selene to pull into the garage.

In a race like this, it’s all about the fastest lap time. If Solarius’s hood could be fixed, Luna still had a shot at the top result.

But instead, Solarius tore past the pit entrance, making no move to stop.

“She’s not coming in for repairs!”

“How is Luna supposed to keep racing with the hood up like that?!”

Even the pit crew stood open-mouthed, watching as Solarius thundered down the track at full speed, hood flapping dangerously.

“Holy—!”

Over in the luxury suite, the city’s elite sat up straight, their relaxed postures forgotten.

A few snatched up binoculars, focusing on the giant screen.

Clayton Thompson was among them, eyes wide with disbelief.

He watched as Solarius kept up its wild pace, not even slowing for a second. Clayton shot to his feet.

Beside him, Vivian Wyndham was seeing a race for the first time in her life.

But even she knew—if the hood was up, the driver couldn’t see a thing. The car could veer off the track at any moment.

Vivian pressed a hand over her mouth, whispering, “Why isn’t the driver stopping?”

Clayton stared at the screen for a couple of heartbeats, then grinned; the sheer insanity of the moment sent adrenaline surging through his veins.

“Because, for the top female driver in Aldonia, this is nothing.”

Carmel gripped the railing in front of her, knuckles white.

She remembered when they were preparing for the Capital City Grand Prix—Selene had driven lap after lap on this very track, spending eight or nine hours a day behind the wheel, burning through countless sets of tires.

Every turn, every straightaway, was etched in Selene’s memory like a brand.

Even after five years, Selene could probably drive this circuit with her eyes closed.

“This is reckless beyond belief,” Gemma scoffed. A racer who refused to pit for repairs with the hood blown open? Such a brazen woman—no wonder the old lady couldn’t stand her.

Dames leaned both hands against the floor-to-ceiling window, his expression mirroring Altair’s beside him.

The two children stared, spellbound, at Solarius, barely remembering to breathe.

Harrison’s gaze followed the action on the big screen.

He still couldn’t believe that the driver inside Solarius, tearing down the track at nearly 200 miles per hour, was Selene.

Was she really this skilled behind the wheel?

She’d never shown any hint of it at the Vaughn family estate.

Harrison searched his memory, but found no recollection of Selene’s life before.

They’d spent so little time together. Just as Selene once said, after Natalie’s death, he’d deliberately kept his distance.

He could only vaguely recall that, in her first year driving the kids around, Selene collected a string of speeding tickets.

Gemma had dismissed it: “Country girl doesn’t know the rules, never driven a decent car.”

The old lady had even arranged for the family chauffeurs to teach Selene the ropes.

“Holy hell! That was insane!”

The rich young men in the stands had long forgotten they’d come to watch Felicity race.

They simultaneously wiped sweat from their foreheads.

“I was so nervous I thought I’d puke!”

“Solarius taking first was never in doubt—the only one who can beat Luna is Luna herself!”

“Once, I had the honor of racing Luna on Bellcrest Mountain’s off-road circuit. Worth every second!”

The stadium erupted in thunderous applause.

Everyone was on their feet, chanting Luna’s name.

“Yeah!” Dames screamed himself hoarse, “Luna’s incredible! World’s number one! She’s my hero!”

He threw himself at Gemma’s lap. “Grandma! Luna took first—I want her to be my new mom!”

Gemma caught his little hands. “You don’t even know what Luna looks like, and you want her for your new mom? What if she’s hideous?”

Dames replied solemnly, “No matter what she looks like, she’s my idol! She’s my hero! I want her to be my new mom! Please!”

He stomped his feet and whined, leaving the old lady speechless.

Solarius came to a halt on the track, its door swinging open as the crowd held its breath.

They watched as the driver, clad in racing overalls, stepped out of the car.

The high-definition cameras zoomed in, their lenses capturing Luna as she raised both hands to remove her helmet.

And in that moment, her face appeared—clear as day—on the giant screen for all to see.