Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 295

It wasn’t until Selene finally divorced Harrison—and left with only their daughter, Daphne—that he realized just how miserable she’d been in their marriage.

Selene flexed her hands, watching as Luke Holloway landed another punch squarely on Harrison’s face.

Blood sprayed from Harrison’s mouth, streaking a vivid crimson line across the pristine white wall.

She turned to Leo. “How did you find me, Professor?”

“This is Verdant Heights Residences,” he said. “Harrison bought an apartment right across from yours.”

Selene stared at him, incredulous. “When did he do that?”

“Three days ago.”

Her stomach lurched. She felt sick.

Harrison must have gotten Natalie’s audio recording from Felicity. He’d planned this—he wanted revenge.

He’d locked her up in Verdant Heights, making it look as if she’d never even left home.

If she hadn’t brought Luke Holloway’s bodyguards with her to The Enclave, Harrison would have taken advantage the moment she was trapped—he’d go after Luke and snatch Daphne away.

Leo’s brow furrowed. “I’ve already called the police.”

At this point, he felt nothing but contempt for his nephew.

Selene watched as Harrison crumpled to the floor, blood dripping from his chin and staining his expensive shirt.

His sapphire tie pin had rolled several feet away, and his face was swollen and battered.

He looked utterly defeated: one hand braced against the floor, gasping for breath. Yet when he lifted his face, his eyes still held that same icy arrogance, as if everyone in the room was beneath him.

Selene asked Leo, “How long did he keep me here?”

“Two hours.”

She nodded. “Not enough for a serious charge. No real harm done. The police will probably treat him like royalty at the station.”

Selene met his glare, her voice cold. “Why hand you over to the police, so you can enjoy your privilege and get off easy? I’d rather let you experience what it’s like to pay—eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth.”

The bodyguards moved at once, grabbing Harrison by the arms and dragging him to the wall.

“Let me go!” he shouted, struggling instinctively.

Luke Holloway stepped forward and slammed a boot into Harrison’s stomach.

Harrison’s back crashed against the wall. He collapsed, winded, hands wrenched behind his back and cuffed to the metal rings embedded in the plaster.

He glared up at Selene, hatred burning in his eyes—the same woman he’d belittled and dismissed for years now stared down at him from above.

“Seven years of marriage, Harrison,” she said quietly, “I know exactly how to make you suffer.”

Selene turned, searching the shelves until she found a long, slender cane.

She handed it to one of the guards and said, “Everyone, take out your phones. Start recording Mr. Vaughn.”