Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 309

He glanced at the array of security monitors surrounding him, then shouted toward the intercom on the wall.

“I’ll eat this soup—just let my mother go!”

After the words left his lips, Harrison waited for what felt like an eternity, but Selene didn’t respond.

Slowly, he bent down, hunching his shoulders, dropping his head low until it was nearly level with the bowl.

He was painfully aware how undignified he must look right now, but forced himself not to think about it—the shame of being captured in high definition, every humiliating detail immortalized by the cameras.

He stuck out his tongue, tasting the soup.

The moment he swallowed the first mouthful, something seemed to snap inside his mind; his self-control vanished.

He all but buried half his face into the flimsy plastic container. In no time at all, he scraped the bottom clean.

Was he really any different from Dames that day, fighting stray cats for scraps in the alley?

Harrison kept his face pressed into the plastic, unable to summon the will to lift his head.

He’d been starved all day—Selene’s cruelty was merciless. The soup was just enough to keep him alive, but nowhere near enough to satisfy his hunger.

He licked every last drop from the disposable bowl, not even sparing the moisture clinging to the sides.

When he finally finished, he raised his head and ran his tongue over his cracked lips, having nothing left—not even a shirt collar—to wipe his mouth.

The warm chicken soup settled in his stomach, easing the gnawing ache in his gut.

He straightened up and leaned his back against the wall.

His eyelids grew heavy after eating; Harrison blinked hard, fighting the drowsiness, but exhaustion soon claimed him…

*

Gemma stood in the elevator with her bodyguards when the carriage abruptly shuddered to a halt mid-ascent.

Seconds ticked by in uneasy silence before one of the bodyguards realized something was wrong.

“Why did the elevator just break down?”

He reached over to hit the emergency call button, but no one answered on the other end.

Then another guard exclaimed, “Why don’t I have any signal?”

“What do we do now?! Are we going to die here?!”

*

Meanwhile, Selene was riding down in another elevator. She turned to her security detail and gave a quiet order. “Tomorrow at noon, send a few people dressed as repairmen to let them out.”

“Yes, Miss Thompson!”

*

A few days later, inside the offices of Thompson Victory Technologies, Victor hosted a welcome banquet for Selene’s promotion to Vice President.

He mingled with Felicity and Matilda Townsend, exchanging pleasantries with executives and shareholders.

“Victor, where’s your eldest daughter?” someone asked.

“That’s right! The guest of honor hasn’t arrived yet!”

Felicity suppressed a smirk. “Maybe Selene couldn’t convince Mr. Shaw to come with her tonight?”