Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 311

He was eager to make a good impression in front of the reporters, showing off his eloquence and poise. Sophie, however, felt a wave of secondhand embarrassment. “We’ve already done our research on Thompson Victory Technologies,” she said quickly.

Victor grinned. “Then let’s see what you’ve learned!”

Sophie felt the paternal bravado hit her like a gust of wind, and she instinctively held her breath.

“My dear girls, if you wanted to invite journalists and photographers, why didn’t you give us a little heads-up?”

Matilda pressed her flushed cheeks with both hands, her excitement barely contained. The sight of so many professional cameras and photographers was practically a shot of adrenaline—her heart thudded wildly in her chest.

Around the room, several senior executives hurried to straighten their ties and jackets, each of them suddenly all business in front of the rolling cameras.

Sophie turned to the group and reassured them, “I’m just here with the crew to film a special profile on Miss Thompson. Please, everyone, just relax and act natural—no need to mind the cameras.”

But with several large cameras set up in the banquet hall, it was impossible to ignore them.

Matilda was dressed in a pale yellow tulle dress, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders, a sparkling crystal tiara perched on her head. She sidled up next to Selene, twisting and posing for the camera at every opportunity.

The cameraman looked away, trying to keep a straight face. “Ma’am, could I get a few solo shots of Miss Thompson, please?”

Matilda nearly pressed her head against Selene’s shoulder, batting her lashes coyly at the camera. “Can you tell who’s the mother and who’s the daughter?”

The cameraman was momentarily speechless.

Meanwhile, in a shadowy room somewhere in Verdant Heights Residences, Harrison sat alone in the dark, the only light the cold glow of the television flickering across his weary, haggard face.

“Miss Thompson, please look this way.”

“Selene.”

He heard someone mention Harrison’s name, and his eyelids twitched. He forced open bloodshot eyes and looked at the screen.

Dating.

That word alone yanked at his heart, as if an invisible hand was twisting the nerves throughout his body, sending a dull ache pulsing from head to toe.

Was Selene deliberately making sure he saw this?

After all, aside from Selene, only Leo and Luke Holloway knew he was being kept here.

Harrison lifted his gaze again, eyes locked relentlessly on Selene’s face.

How many years had it been since he’d actually looked at her?

In his memory, the woman he’d married had spent all her days circling around the children—what difference was there between her and the help?

But now, the youthful, vibrant face of the woman on the screen burned itself into Harrison’s retinas, and his heart started pounding like someone was hammering on the doors he’d kept sealed for so long.