Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 321

A housewife, and yet with ambition like that.

Selene had allied herself with Adrian, making their relationship public, all in a bid to use his name and resources to swallow up the entire Thompson Group. Now that she’d been named acting CEO, there was no doubt she’d speed up the acquisition of Thompson Victory Technologies. It was only a matter of time before she would host a formal signing ceremony, marking the company’s official takeover.

The thought made Gwyneth’s lips curl into a sly smile.

No prey she set her sights on ever escaped her grasp.

Originally, acquiring Thompson Victory Technologies was a trivial matter to her—until Selene, this clueless housewife, decided to play hardball.

If Selene insisted on stubbornly partnering with The Shaw Group to push through the acquisition, then Gwyneth had no reason to hold back.

A cold chuckle escaped her as she picked up her phone and dialed Selene’s number.

When Selene answered, Gwyneth spoke first. “Selene, about our new tech venture—I’m putting it on hold.”

Selene’s voice was calm, “Ms. Lockridge, what are you trying to say?”

“You’re out, darling.” Gwyneth’s tone was laced with taunting amusement.

Selene replied, “Ms. Lockridge, I handed over my proprietary algorithm to you, and now you’re kicking me out?”

“That’s right.” Gwyneth’s response was breezy, almost flippant. “Thanks for giving my team some fresh ideas. Turns out, we can finish the project just fine without you, so you’re simply… unnecessary.”

Selene laughed softly. “Ms. Lockridge, let’s not play games. You changed your mind so suddenly—what is it you really want from me?”

Gwyneth didn’t bother hiding her intentions. “If you still want to work with me, sell Thompson Victory Technologies to me. You’re in charge now, after all.”

Selene’s reply was measured and cool. “How much are you offering, Ms. Lockridge?”

A wicked smile played on Gwyneth’s lips. “I’ve already wired you two million.”

Selene actually laughed aloud. Now she understood firsthand why Gwyneth was feared as a ruthless shark in the business world.

Why was Gwyneth so unbeatable? Because she would use any trick, however underhanded, to get what she wanted.

She wanted Thompson Victory Technologies for pennies on the dollar, and it wasn’t just wishful thinking—she was a master at baiting the trap.

“I’m not about to hand you Thompson Victory Technologies for free,” Selene said into the phone.

From the start, she’d never intended to split the spoils fifty-fifty. No one ever walked away from a deal with Gwyneth with more than a few crumbs. She’d never give up half her cake—at best, she’d let her partners lick the icing off her fingers.

The idea of ever begging Selene for help was laughable.

Gwyneth let out a peal of laughter.

The muscular man giving her a pedicure glanced up, but Gwyneth nonchalantly pressed her foot against his stomach.

“There’s this clueless little bride who just told me the funniest joke. I swear, I could laugh about it in my sleep.”

After cutting Selene loose, Gwyneth was in high spirits. She crooked a finger at the muscle-bound man, beckoning him closer.

*

Selene had barely hung up when her phone rang again.

Her bodyguard’s urgent voice came through the line. “Miss Thompson, it’s Harrison—he…”