Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 317

Selene blinked, just in time to see the glass of water fly through the air and smack Felicity square in the chest. Scalding hot water splashed across Felicity’s face, giving her an impromptu wash.

“Aaah! Goddammit!” Felicity howled in pain, her shrieks filling the room.

The blood on her cheek mixed with the water, tinting it a pale pink as she scrambled off the couch, clutching at her stinging face.

“Sorry…” Vivian mumbled, voice timid, but her dark eyes betrayed not a hint of remorse.

“You little bitch!” Felicity snatched up a pillow and hurled it at Vivian with all her strength.

Vivian didn’t even try to dodge; she just squeezed her eyes shut out of habit. After all, this was just a pillow. She’d endured far worse from Felicity—books, hairbrushes, anything hard and heavy enough to draw blood.

Clayton reached out and caught the pillow mid-air, shielding Vivian behind him. He tossed the pillow aside, his face unreadable.

“It was an accident. Vivian didn’t mean to,” he said flatly.

In Clayton’s eyes, everyone in the Thompson family acted like rabid dogs.

Felicity, cheeks blazing red, glared at Vivian with such venom it looked like she might lunge and tear her apart. Cotton stuffed in her mouth to staunch the bleeding, she spat out her fury. “She did it on purpose! Why do you keep letting her stay here? She’s broken my dishes, ruined my clothes in the wash, and last time she left my bedroom window open so a huge stink bug crawled into my bed!”

Vivian shrank behind Clayton, trembling. She knew Felicity was right—she had done it all on purpose.

After Clayton brought her here, Vivian had been living with the Thompsons. Felicity wasted no time treating her like a housemaid, barking orders at her around the clock.

Vivian didn’t mind being the family’s go-to servant. In fact, she welcomed the chance to grab a broom or rag and slip into Felicity’s room. But the other housekeepers always snatched up the chores before she could, making it nearly impossible to search for any dirt on Felicity.

So Vivian did what little she could—finding small, subtle ways to give Felicity a taste of her own medicine. Every petty torment Felicity had once inflicted on her at school, Vivian repaid in kind. Felicity had bullied her for two straight years; the minor revenge Vivian managed here didn’t even come close to settling the score.

“Dad! It was Selene! She’s the one who leaked your video!”

No sooner had the words left her mouth than Victor slapped her hard across the face.

“You must have a death wish!”

Felicity toppled off the couch, sprawling on the floor. Her hair was a tangled mess, and her swollen cheek made her eyes squint nearly shut.

“Dad, why won’t you believe me? What good would exposing your video do for me?”

This time, Selene spoke up. “Dad, what good would it do for me, either? Right now, while Victory Technologies is facing a takeover, your scandal goes public and I’m the one who has to do damage control. OmniCore, Zentek, and the other partners have all been asking how we’re going to handle this after the gala.”

She turned to Victor, her voice calm and measured. “I just finished burying your trending search terms online. I’m doing everything I can to minimize the fallout for Victory Technologies.”