Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 268

The man turned his head away, his face clouded with defeat, as if he couldn’t stand to let Selene see him in such a sorry state.

“What happened to you?” Selene hurried over, concern etched in her voice.

That’s when she noticed it—a large, slimy stain splashed across Adrian’s jacket.

“What on earth happened to your clothes?!”

Adrian stood up straighter, putting a careful distance between them. “It’s nothing. It’s got nothing to do with Mr. Vaughn. I know he didn’t mean to bump into me.”

His voice was stubborn, almost defensive.

Realization dawned on Selene. “Wait—Harrison pushed you?!”

Adrian pressed his lips together, then tried to reassure her. “Selene, really, I’m fine.”

“And he ruined your clothes, didn’t he?” Selene’s tone hardened, certainty replacing doubt.

Adrian didn’t bother to explain. He just patted his pockets and said quietly, “Stay here. Don’t come in. I dropped my phone—I’ll get it.”

Ignoring his request, Selene strode straight into the men’s restroom. The moment she caught sight of Harrison, she practically erupted—her anger boiling so hot she could feel it in her skull.

“Harrison, what the hell is wrong with you?!”

Harrison froze, caught completely off guard.

On the other side of the room, Adrian’s lips curled into a faint, triumphant smile. The satisfaction on his face stung Harrison like salt in a wound.

Adrian bent down—unhurried, almost performative—and picked up his phone, holding it up so Selene could see the web of cracks on its screen.

Harrison realized, with a sick drop in his stomach, that he’d been set up.

Had Selene already imagined the whole violent scene—him shoving Adrian and smashing his phone in a fit of rage?

“Who else would pick on Mr. Shaw? He’s so gentle, so harmless. If not you, then who?”

Harrison could barely breathe.

“Gentle? He’s a master manipulator, Selene—a wolf in sheep’s clothing! He’s been plotting this whole thing just to set me up!”

“Selene, I don’t want you fighting with Mr. Vaughn because of me,” Adrian said softly. There was a dampness to his voice, a gentle smile tugging at his lips, though his eyes shimmered red at the corners.

Watching Adrian’s wounded act, hearing his trembling words, Harrison could almost see a pack of sly fox tails winding out from behind him, wrapping around Selene.

“Cut the fake act, you bastard!” Harrison snapped, abandoning any pretense of composure. His anger was so raw he could practically feel it bristling through his hair.

Selene stepped in front of Adrian, shielding him with her body.

Her glare was sharp, edged with disgust. “Harrison, will you stop already? You’re petty, jealous, and always on edge. What exactly did Adrian do to deserve this constant hostility from you?”