Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 269

The blow hit Harrison like a sledgehammer.

He should never have fallen into Adrian’s trap, but when Selene spoke up in Adrian’s defense, it felt as if someone had driven an ice pick straight into his chest.

It was as if blood was flooding his vision, blinding him with rage.

Adrian glanced at Selene, the corner of his mouth lifting in a silent, smug smile.

Selene knew exactly what he was doing—he was deliberately antagonizing Harrison. Yet, being the one Adrian so obviously favored filled her with a secret thrill.

Adrian looked back at Harrison, his eyes brimming with open provocation.

Slipping an arm protectively in front of Selene, he said, “I’m worried he’ll throw soap at you.”

Harrison’s anger rose in his throat, burning hot. In all his years navigating ruthless boardrooms, he’d never been set up like this.

And of all places, it had to be the men’s restroom—no security cameras, no way to prove his innocence to Selene.

“Look, Harrison,” Selene said evenly, “knowing your temper, you’d rather die than apologize to Adrian. So if you won’t say sorry, just pay to replace his suit. Otherwise, let’s go to the police. Damaging someone’s property over five grand is a felony. If you want to keep making regular trips to the station, that’s your choice.”

Adrian leaned down, his lips coming within a few inches of Selene’s ear, but he made sure to pitch his voice just loud enough for Harrison to hear. His tone was husky, intimate: “Selene, you really do take care of me.”

Harrison’s fists clenched so tightly his knuckles blanched beneath the skin.

Meanwhile, more and more people tried to enter the restroom. Each time they pushed the door open and saw Selene inside, they’d hesitate and awkwardly back out again.

Outside, voices drifted in.

“Pretty sure I just saw Mr. Vaughn.”

He was just about to do it when Selene blocked his path.

“Apologize or buy Adrian a new suit. Your choice.”

Harrison let out a laugh, sharp and bitter. “Fine. I’ll buy Mr. Shaw a suit—something even pricier.”

The heir to the Shaw family, trying to take advantage of him? Harrison would make sure Adrian became the butt of every joke.

He pulled out his phone and dialed Secretary Burnett.

“Go to Armani and pick up a ready-to-wear suit—fast. Bring it straight to the men’s room at Maison de Vérité.”

At first, Secretary Burnett assumed Harrison had somehow ruined his own suit. But a quick glance at the requested size told him something was off.