Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 249

Clayton picked up his phone again, a crooked, devil-may-care grin tugging at his lips.

“Dad, the Thompson family’s reputation is safe. Your daughter just took first place in the race—the whole stadium’s chanting her name.”

Victor Thompson sounded skeptical. “Didn’t you just tell me Felicity was dead last?”

Clayton’s grin widened. “It was your other daughter who won.”

“What are you talking about? What other daughter?” Victor blurted, baffled.

Clayton blinked, lashes shadowing his eyes. “Selene.”

Victor snorted. “Selene? She doesn’t even know how to drive a race car! Are you sure you’re not just mixing up faces again?”

Clayton looked wounded. “It’s really her. The country’s top female driver, Luna? That’s Selene.”

“What? Luna, the racer, is my daughter?”

Everyone knew who Luna was. When she broke into the top ten of the international circuit, she shattered every national record in a sport that was still in its early days here, especially for women. Each one of Luna’s races had rewritten history. Even Victor, who’d never paid much attention to motorsports, couldn’t ignore the headlines she made or the news alerts blowing up his phone.

“Wait, I remember—five years ago, Luna’s car was called… what was it… the Sunbeam or something? It sold for hundreds of millions! Broke the auction record that year!”

Then Victor’s tone turned sour. “That daughter of mine, honestly—she sold her car, made a fortune, and kept it all from me! Ungrateful brat.”

Clayton had already tuned Victor out. His gaze had shifted to the growing cluster of security guards inside the stadium.

Galen, Felicity’s one-time close friend, strode over. “I just found out—Felicity’s lost it. She put bugs in several drivers’ helmets and sabotaged Solarius’s engine. The evidence is rock solid. Cops are about to arrest her.”

The other rich kids exchanged uneasy glances.

“She’s lost her mind!”

“No one else could pull off something that dumb.”

Clayton lifted the phone back to his ear, voice dripping with false sympathy. “Dad, you hear that? Your daughter’s about to be arrested.”

*

A police officer’s phone buzzed. He answered, listened to a colleague’s report, then hung up and walked straight toward Harrison.

Harrison was still locked in a tense standoff with Selene. “The other drivers have all signed the settlement. Selene, I’m offering you a million dollars in compensation—more than enough to repair Solarius!”

He was clearly losing patience. His ex-wife was always tough as nails.

Selene knew the other drivers would accept the payout—they didn’t want to cross Vaughn Enterprises, and nobody wanted to go up against corporate muscle. But she was different.

“Mr. Vaughn, all I want is to see Felicity behind bars again.”

The veins in Harrison’s forehead bulged. “If you won’t let this go, Selene, Felicity will only hate you more!”

Felicity lay sprawled on a hospital bed, wailing, “It hurts… it hurts so much!”

The doctor, standing at her bedside, glanced over her test results. “Miss Thompson, you’re fine. You can be discharged now.”

She moaned louder. “But I’m really in pain!”

The doctor gave her a weary look. “But your scans—”

“You don’t get it! I was thrown from the bike, it was a terrible crash! This pain, machines can’t pick it up. Look, doctor, just write what I tell you in the report!”

The doctor cut her off. “Medical records have to be accurate, Miss Thompson.”

Felicity whined, “Just do as I say! Here, and here—it really hurts!”

With Damien badly hurt, she had to make her own injuries sound serious, or how else could she face Harrison?

Just thinking about Damien being rushed into surgery sent her heart racing. In the ambulance, his pulse had been barely there. When Felicity climbed out, her legs gave way and she nearly collapsed.

*

Gemma rushed into the hospital, face pale with panic. Spotting a traffic officer at the triage desk, she hurried over. “My grandson is Damien. How is he? Where is he now?”

The officer hesitated, then handed her a paper. “Damien is in the emergency room. His condition isn’t good. This… is the critical condition notice.”