Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 254

If Selene were still Mrs. Vaughn, she would have urged the Vaughn family to handle their PR crisis with care.

But now, everything that had happened was Harrison’s own doing. Even if Vaughn Enterprises were to collapse in a massive scandal, it had nothing to do with her.

Selene stood outside the ICU, gazing through the glass at Dames, who lay motionless in a sea of white sheets and tangled wires. If you didn’t look closely, you might not even notice he was there.

In her ears echoed the cries of a two-year-old Dames, wailing in a hospital room, clinging to her waist, his tiny body nestled in her arms.

Back then, she was his entire world.

Victor strode up to her and Selene shot a cold glance at the blood-stained belt in his hand.

“The executives at OmniCore Technologies have already spoken to me. They want you to represent Thompson Victory Technologies in acquisition talks.”

Victor’s eyes lingered on her face, a sly smile curling his lips. “Report to my office next week. I’ll give you a Vice President position. How’s that for a start?”

The thought that his daughter was not only a famous racecar driver, Luna, but also valued by a multinational powerhouse like OmniCore made the greed in Victor’s eyes impossible to hide.

“That’s my daughter!” he said, beaming.

He reached out, aiming to touch Selene’s shoulder. She slapped his hand away without hesitation.

“Don’t touch me. You make my skin crawl.”

She made no attempt to hide her disgust.

“You—!” Victor began to snap, but then noticed the smears of Felicity’s blood on his own fingers.

Selene was still a woman—surely, seeing blood would frighten her.

But the thought of all the profit she could bring made Victor’s anger melt away into a delighted grin as soon as he saw her.

“Fine, fine, I’ll go wash my hands. Selene, I always knew you were my best hope. The future of the Thompson Group is riding on you!”

Selene swallowed her revulsion and forced a smile. “Don’t worry, Dad. You can leave the Thompson Group’s future to me.”

They had released the footage as a textbook example, and the public was furious. The comment sections were practically drowning in outrage.

Moments later, yet another video appeared: a recording of Selene confronting Gemma and Harrison. Every word had been captured.

It was no mystery why—the tabloid reporters lurking in the shadows of the rich and powerful were always hungry for a scandal.

Selene’s fame, Felicity’s crash, the Vaughn CEO being led away in handcuffs—the onslaught of breaking news left the public reeling.

The assistant scrolled through hundreds of comments and realized—not a single person was defending Gemma or Harrison.

“Are you even listening to me?” Gemma snapped, noticing his distraction.

He looked up, pale as a ghost. “Ma’am, something terrible has happened.”

He showed her the online backlash. Gemma narrowed her eyes, pulling a pair of designer reading glasses from her Hermès handbag just as her phone began to ring.

Seeing the number, she assumed it was a friend from the Women’s League, probably calling to offer sympathy after hearing about Dames’s accident.