Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 320

Felicity jabbed a trembling finger in Selene’s direction, her voice raw with panic. “Dad! Selene set us up—this was all her doing!”

Her face was so swollen she was nearly unrecognizable, her words coming out thick and garbled.

Victor’s heart skipped a beat as her accusation echoed in his ears.

Without a hint of hesitation, he doubled over his leather belt and lashed it across the bridge of Felicity’s nose.

“Don’t you dare try to sow discord between me and Selene!”

Felicity froze in disbelief. She couldn’t understand—why was Victor suddenly taking Selene’s side?

“Dad, I grew up at your side! What bond do you and Selene even have? You didn’t even want her back in the first place!”

“Shut your damn mouth!”

Victor was livid. His reputation was in shambles, while Selene’s star was rising higher than ever. He’d need her support if he wanted to survive what was coming. There was no way he’d let Felicity poison Selene against him, not now.

He barked out, “Someone get me some duct tape!”

A slender, pale hand popped up beside him, offering a roll of black tape.

Clayton, noticing it was Vivian who handed it over, raised an eyebrow in surprise.

Victor tore off a strip.

Felicity’s eyes went wide with terror. “Dad, what are you doing?!”

He glared at her, eyes cold as steel. “Making sure you keep that filthy mouth shut.”

Victor knew perfectly well that his relationship with Selene was strained at best. Selene had been back in the Thompson Family for nine years now, but they’d barely exchanged a handful of words. In fact, there’d been times when they were openly at odds.

But now, Victor was desperate to mend fences with her.

“Dad! No!” Felicity screamed, but she was no match for his strength.

He slapped the tape over her mouth, wrapping it around her head to muffle her protests.

Vivian stood off to the side, watching Felicity’s humiliation with cold, unblinking eyes—dark and deep as a rain-soaked marsh.

Images flickered through her mind. She remembered a time when Felicity had cornered her in a bathroom, using tape as a weapon—binding her eyes, her hair, her mouth, even her nose, until Vivian couldn’t breathe, until even crying for help was impossible.

A quick reply came through. “Yes. The board has already approved it, but it’s just temporary—once the scandal dies down, Victor will be back…”

Gwyneth propped her chin on her hand and laughed coldly. “Back? Where would Victor even go?”

By the time the scandal faded, Thompson Victory Technologies would have long since been acquired. When Victor tried to return, there’d be no office left for him—no title, no power, nothing.

And Victor must know his position was hanging by a thread.

But what choice did he have? That explosive video at the inauguration had thrown him to the wolves. Stepping down as CEO was his only move.

Now, all he could do was try to repair his relationship with Selene—hoping that, out of some sense of family loyalty, she’d throw him a bone and let him keep a token title.

Gwyneth smirked, whispering to herself, “Selene really is a force to be reckoned with.”

The man at her feet looked up, meeting her eyes.

Gwyneth was absentmindedly massaging her temple, her gaze calculating.

As acting vice president, Selene’s real ambition was clear: she meant to seize control of the entire Thompson Group.