Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 312

After steadying her breath, Felicity strode straight toward Selene.

The moment she’d walked out of the holding cell, Felicity had headed to an upscale salon. She’d dyed her hair a rich chestnut brown and styled it into loose, voluminous curls, which she then swept up into a sleek ponytail. As she walked, the ends of her hair swayed with every step.

She’d even made a pit stop at the spa for a facial—otherwise, Felicity told herself, she’d never have had the nerve to show her face in front of so many people.

Clad in a tailored men’s suit and polished black Oxfords, Felicity felt sharp and dashing.

But to a number of the older executives and board members, her getup looked downright outlandish—a strange mix that didn’t quite fit in anywhere.

“Congrats, sis! Moving on to your second act already, huh?” Felicity teased, her gaze flicking to Adrian. She pushed down a twinge of envy and bitterness that flashed in her eyes.

“Mr. Shaw, I have to ask—how did you end up with my sister?” Felicity’s expression was all innocent curiosity, as if she were just here for the gossip.

Adrian barely spared her a glance, his face unreadable.

“Incredible,” he remarked, almost to himself.

Felicity grinned wide, her eyes narrowing in mock delight. “Mr. Shaw, I asked you a question. Why the compliment?”

He looked her over, voice laced with irony. “Let me get this straight: hit-and-run, left young Vaughn with a permanent injury, spent less than a month in custody, and here you are, out on your feet! You must have a guardian angel. Like that priest who walked out of Notre Dame after the fire.”

Felicity’s face flushed with shifting colors—humiliation, embarrassment, anger.

Adrian already drew plenty of attention, surrounded by people eager to make conversation. Now, after his words, every look in the room aimed at Felicity was tinged with thinly veiled mockery.

And, of course, there were cameras trained on them.

Just last month, Felicity had caused a scandal on Riverside Drive—everyone in the city knew her name now.

Adrian leaned in toward Selene, speaking in a low voice that was just loud enough for the bystanders to hear. “Harrison should go to the Rockies and see if he can move that mountain—you know, just sit on it.”

Adrian nodded, satisfied. He shot Felicity a cold, dismissive look, his presence alone enough to suck the air out of the room, leaving her breathless.

With a final icy glance, Adrian turned and walked off, leaving Felicity and Selene alone.

The moment Adrian left, Felicity’s demeanor changed. She looked Selene up and down, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “Who would’ve thought? Mr. Shaw’s got himself a perfect little wife. You look all prim and proper, but I bet you’re a whole different person in bed.”

Selene’s smile was cool. “You just come from the bathroom? Might want to rinse your mouth out before you talk.”

Felicity couldn’t hide her anger; she stepped forward, lowering her voice. “You’re not worried about getting burned, playing with fire like this?”

Selene’s eyes sparkled with laughter. Felicity gritted her teeth. “What if Mr. Shaw finds out you’re double-dipping?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Selene replied lightly, just as Felicity pulled out her phone, ready to expose Selene right then and there.

“I saw that video you posted. Don’t tell me you set it so only I could see it?”