Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 247

There had been countless times when he’d fallen, and Selene was always the first to rush over and scoop him up into her arms.

But when he turned around this time, it was Felicity standing there. The sob caught in his throat, freezing his tears midstream.

Felicity wiped away the streaks on Dames’s face.

“Hey, Dames, don’t be upset. How about I take you for a ride on my bike? Let’s forget about all those people, yeah?”

Sniffling, Dames nodded, “You’re the best, Flick. No one else even comes close.”

Felicity grinned. “Of course I am! I’m your godparent, remember? If I don’t look out for you, who will? Come on, let’s go!”

With that, she took Dames’s hand and led him across the lot. She helped him with a helmet, swung her own on, and fired up the motorcycle.

The engine roared like a steel beast as they pulled out of the parking garage. Just as they did, a few police officers were heading straight for Felicity.

They recognized her instantly by her racing leathers; one flashed his badge.

“Felicity! Pull over now!”

Instead, Felicity twisted the throttle and the black motorcycle surged forward, shooting out of the lot.

“Felicity, where are you going!”

“Felicity!!”

Seeing her speed off, the officers scrambled for their radios, voices crackling with urgency.

“We need backup! Female suspect involved in a public safety incident is fleeing on a motorcycle—repeat, fleeing on a black bike with license plate NY29898!”

“All units, be advised: set up roadblocks on Riverside Drive and intercept the black motorcycle, plate NY29898!”

As Dames disappeared down the street, the reporters swarmed Selene again.

A chill settled over Harrison’s expression. “What exactly has Felicity done?”

The officer glanced to the side, at the other drivers. “She ordered someone to plant insects inside several drivers’ helmets, trying to sabotage the race. And according to evidence from Mr. Shaw and our investigation, Felicity bribed a mechanic to tamper with the hood latch on the Solarius, causing it to come loose during the race…”

Harrison felt his patience fraying. Felicity was a born troublemaker—always had been. If not for Natalie’s dying wish that he look after Felicity, he wouldn’t keep bailing her out of these messes.

Harrison cut the officer off. “Felicity’s actions didn’t cause serious harm.”

The officer took a deep breath. “But now she’s refusing to cooperate with the investigation—and she’s taken your son, fleeing the scene on a motorcycle!”

Harrison raised a hand, signaling for silence. He pulled out his phone and dialed Secretary Burnett.

“Come here. Now.” His tone was cold, brooking no argument.

Adrian could already guess what would happen next. “You’re sending your secretary to negotiate compensation with the other drivers, aren’t you?”