Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 300

She handed an old cell phone to Luke Holloway.

Back when Harrison had been beaten up by Luke, this phone had flown out of his pocket and landed on the ground.

“This is Felicity’s phone,” Selene said. “Before she died, Natalie left Felicity a voice message about me.”

Luke took the phone, and Selene played the recording for him.

As soon as Natalie’s voice came through the speaker, everyone in the room stiffened.

When the message finished, Luke let out a cold, dismissive laugh. “Is Harrison really so dense that he’d believe you killed Natalie just because she said so in a voicemail? If he’s that stupid, someone should get his head checked—maybe he’s missing a few pieces.”

Selene frowned. “I never arranged to meet Natalie alone. Most likely, someone used my name to lure her out.”

Adrian’s expression grew serious. “The one who arranged to meet Natalie was Felicity.”

Selene turned to him, surprised.

“But that’s just what Vivian Wyndham claims,” Adrian added. “She doesn’t have any solid proof.”

“Vivian?” Selene echoed, puzzled.

Adrian explained, “The waitress you met at the InnovateTech Summit reception. That was her.”

Selene pressed, “What’s her connection to Natalie?”

“When Vivian was in middle school, she went to the same school as Felicity. She was a scholarship student—bright, but constantly bullied by Felicity and her little clique. Natalie felt sorry for her and helped her out. Vivian’s never forgotten that kindness.”

The top private schools in the city weren’t just for anyone with money, and the Thompsons weren’t the kind of family to casually donate millions for a new wing either.

Though he was now in business, Luke still had plenty of connections in law enforcement.

That was exactly why Selene had trusted him with Felicity’s old phone.

Luke’s gaze, calm and deep as a still lake, fell on Selene’s wrist.

Adrian suddenly noticed and blurted out, “What happened to your hand?”

Her wrist, where the cuffs had been too tight, was mottled with bruises. No one had noticed until now, and Leo’s brow furrowed in concern as well.

Luke said, “Let me put some ointment on it. It’ll be better by tomorrow.”

But Adrian instantly jumped in, bristling, “I’m her boyfriend—let me do it!”