Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 326

I saw that woman head into another building—probably off to meet a friend or something, I guess. But who would've thought, just minutes after I stepped into the elevator, it broke down. I ended up trapped inside with a bunch of bodyguards the entire night...

The elderly woman covered her face, recounting her ordeal to her son with an air of deep embarrassment.

The next morning, when the elevator doors finally slid open and she took her first shaky step out, she wet herself right there in front of everyone.

It was a moment she desperately wished she could erase from her memory.

After returning to the Vaughn family estate, she promptly fired every one of those bodyguards who’d been stuck in the elevator with her.

She couldn’t stand the thought of seeing them again, each encounter a reminder of her humiliating night at Verdant Heights Residences.

Later, Nadine brought out a steaming bowl of chicken soup. Harrison took a spoonful, tasting it carefully, then frowned.

“Did you follow the recipe Selene gave you?” Harrison asked.

Nadine nodded quickly. “Yes, Miss Thompson’s instructions were very precise. We measured everything, not a gram more or less.”

But despite the staff’s meticulous efforts to recreate Selene’s recipe, the chicken soup never quite matched the taste Harrison remembered.

Still, he didn’t put down his spoon. Instead, he kept eating, one spoonful after another.

Gemma watched her son with a bewildered expression, lips parted in shock.

For Harrison to eat chicken soup first thing in the morning—it was, in her mind, no different than eating slop in front of everyone.

“Harrison, why are you eating soup?”

He finished the last drop, setting the empty bowl down. “Starting today, every meal in this house will be made according to Selene’s recipes.”

Gemma’s jaw dropped. “But why—”

“I just prefer her cooking,” Harrison replied, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Gemma stared at him, eyes wide, as if she couldn’t recognize her own son.

Harrison stood and left. For half a minute, Gemma sat frozen at the table. Then she pulled out her phone and dialed the number of the private investigator she trusted most.

“Find out whether my son’s been in contact with Selene lately!”

Divorce was a sore spot for Harrison—anyone who brought it up was guaranteed to get the cold shoulder.

Noticing Harrison’s darkening expression, the others scrambled to lighten the mood.

“This is nothing compared to last time! Divorce doesn’t mean a thing to Harrison.”

Another friend added, “Besides, he’s never the type to get worked up over business. If anything, a challenge just fires him up.”

The bottle was empty now. Harrison set his glass down and idly spun it between his long fingers, listening to the satisfying clink of the leftover ice against the glass.

Just then, the door to the lounge swung open.

Click. Click. Click.

The sound of stiletto heels echoed across the marble floor.

And when those black pumps with the signature red soles—identical to the ones Selene used to wear—came into view, Harrison’s eyes flew wide open in shock.