Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 244

“Wh—Why is my overdramatic mom actually Luna? No way! Noooo!”

Dames’ face flushed bright red. He threw his head back, mouth wide open, and burst into wailing sobs.

*

In another VIP lounge, the mechanic who’d been kneeling on the floor watched as Solarius crossed the finish line safely. It was as if someone had pulled the spine out of his back; his body slumped like overcooked pasta. Only now did he dare turn to face Adrian, the man who held his fate in his hands.

Adrian’s gaze was fixed on the huge screen ahead. In his eyes, there was only Selene.

His hand, elegant as a sculptor’s masterpiece, rested on the glass wall. Veins traced beneath his skin like delicate marble. With long, slender fingers, he absentmindedly caressed the glass, over and over.

From Adrian’s position, it looked as though he was gently tracing the woman’s face on the screen.

A slow smile curled his lips, and amusement flickered in his sharp, upturned eyes.

On the big screen, Selene happened to glance upward, her bright, unguarded gaze seeming to meet Adrian’s across the distance.

His hand on the glass trembled slightly, as if he’d been caught red-handed in a private fantasy.

Adrian’s heart gave two hard, startled thuds.

He forced his mouth into a mocking smirk. Coward, he thought. Hiding behind glass, pretending you could ever reach the moon you crave.

*

Felicity hopped out of the car, helmet in hand, and calmly closed the door behind her.

So what if she’d come in last? She was an amateur racer, after all.

As long as she appeared in front of the cameras, she’d get her share of publicity and buzz. Even in defeat, she’d make sure to look every inch the glamorous star.

Spotting the media pouring into the track, Felicity strode forward to greet them.

“Ms. Thompson, what inspired you to take part in the exhibition race?”

Felicity felt utterly lost. Why on earth were they asking Selene these kinds of questions?

“Are you guys sure you’re not confused?” she muttered, “What does she have to do with Luna?”

One reporter lingering near the edge couldn’t help but scoff, “You really must not know your own sister. You mean you don’t even realize Selene is the famous Luna?”

Felicity burst out laughing, as if she’d just heard the world’s dumbest joke. “Her? Luna? Not a chance! There’s no way she’s even remotely connected to Luna!”

The reporters ignored her entirely. Every mic and camera remained trained on Selene.

“The first time I raced,” Selene said, “I was nineteen. Back then, I was young and reckless—racing was just a way to clear my head. But after I got pregnant, I left the track behind for good.”

As she spoke, Selene noticed Carmel and Luke Holloway approaching with Daph in tow.