Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 270

After double-checking the suit size with Harrison, Secretary Burnett didn’t dare ask any more questions. He immediately called the Armani boutique.

Ten minutes later, Secretary Burnett was racing into the men’s restroom at Maison de Vérité, suit in hand.

When he spotted Selene and Adrian inside, for a second, he wondered if he’d walked into the wrong place.

But then he saw Harrison, and his doubts vanished—he was in the right spot.

Harrison’s expression was stormy. Burnett, who had a knack for reading rooms, picked up instantly on the tense, complicated atmosphere hanging between the three of them.

Burnett tread even more carefully. “Mr. Vaughn, I brought the suit you requested.”

“I’ll take it.” Selene stepped forward, taking the suit from his hands.

Harrison’s eyes were icy as he told Burnett, “You can leave now.”

Burnett sealed his lips and barely dared to breathe, making himself as inconspicuous as possible as he quickly slipped out of that powder keg of a bathroom.

No sooner had he stepped outside than he noticed several Vaughn Enterprises employees craning their necks, clearly trying to eavesdrop on the commotion inside. The curiosity hung thick in the air.

Burnett approached them and asked quietly, “Do you know what’s going on in there with Mr. Vaughn?”

“It’s intense in there!” one employee whispered, eyes wide.

“Mr. Vaughn and Mr. Shaw practically came to blows!” another added, almost gleeful.

Burnett’s heart sank. He grabbed one of them by the sleeve. “Come on, give me the details! What happened?”

The employee leaned in so close their heads nearly touched. “This can’t leave this hallway, but let me tell you everything…”

Once he’d gotten the full scoop, Burnett pulled out his phone, opened his shopping app, and ordered a bottle of “miracle bruise cream.” No telling when Harrison might need it. That was the kind of readiness a real secretary should have.

Selene had done this for him so many times before.

Suddenly, it hit Harrison: Selene would never take off his tie for him again.

A wave of desolation swept over him, so sharp he barely registered it himself.

And just then, Adrian turned his head, smirking coldly at Harrison—a deliberate challenge.

Selene began undoing the buttons on Adrian’s shirt. That was the last straw for Harrison.

“Selene! Don’t you think you’re crossing a line?” he snapped.

He let out a harsh, mocking laugh. “Throwing yourself at Adrian right in front of me? How desperate can you get?”

To him, Selene’s actions looked cheap—painfully so.