Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 306

She had posted a video—one showing her stepping on Harrison.

Taken out of context, this clip was bound to make people’s imaginations run wild.

In the split-screen footage, she and Harrison each occupied half the frame. His arms were bound above his head, but without any cuffs visible, it almost looked as if Harrison was sitting on the floor, willingly letting Selene trample him.

Selene had deliberately muted the video, drawing all attention to Harrison’s profile and the spot where her foot pressed against him.

A silent video was the perfect invitation for viewers’ minds to fill in the blanks—with whatever sounds or meanings they wanted.

The man’s hazy, unfocused gaze, the way his lips parted slightly—people watching would imagine all sorts of things about what he might have said, or cried out.

That was when Felicity messaged her, sending over an excuse she’d clearly prepared in advance:

“Selene, it’s not that I want to show up in your face, but Harrison insisted on cramming me into Thompson Victory Technologies. You know how I am—I’m used to being a free spirit! If I’m your assistant, you’ll have to take good care of me!”

As soon as she hit send, Felicity grinned, unable to hide her schadenfreude.

Selene was probably so furious right now that her hands were shaking just holding her phone.

Felicity casually opened Selene’s feed.

They’d deleted each other years ago, but back then, Felicity used to keep tabs on Selene’s page, monitoring her every move.

Now, when Felicity saw Selene’s latest post, she froze.

“Capturing a sweet moment with my darling husband.”

Felicity sneered. Husband? Since when did Selene have a husband?

She tapped on the video. Harrison’s unmistakable profile filled her screen, and Felicity’s eyes widened in shock.

She stared at the video, stunned—her mind went completely blank.

She was furious.

Selene and Harrison had gotten back together?

That afternoon, Selene walked into Harrison’s building, a plastic grocery bag swinging from her hand.

Not far away, Gemma stormed in with her bodyguards, practically radiating menace.

She caught a glimpse of Selene’s back, then stopped in her tracks.

“That’s strange. I could’ve sworn she lived in the building behind this one.”

The bodyguard trailing her replied, “Maybe Miss Thompson is visiting someone else in this building.”

A thundercloud seemed to pass over Gemma’s face. Her gaze turned icy cold.

“We’re going up right now. Block her at the door! And just like I said—if you see Selene, slap her. Do it in front of the other residents if you can. Let’s see who dares associate with her after that.”

The Vaughn family’s bodyguards exchanged uneasy glances. They were professionals, after all, hired from a reputable agency—being ordered to rough someone up went against their principles.

But when Gemma strode purposefully into the elevator lobby, they had no choice but to follow.