Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 327

“Oh my God! Look at this!”

The young men in the private lounge burst into raucous laughter and catcalls.

“Hell must’ve frozen over—Felicity’s actually wearing heels! This is killing me! Hahaha!”

“Felicity! Have you lost your mind? What possessed you to go out in stilts tonight?!”

Felicity yanked off her black mask. Heavy makeup did its best to hide the swelling on her face; under the dim lights, she figured she looked almost normal.

“You all keep saying I’m not feminine enough. Well, tonight I’m going to show you what real femininity looks like!”

A chorus of exaggerated groans and laughter followed.

The sons of the city’s elite doubled over, some wiping tears from their eyes.

“Come on, Felicity! Give us a spin, let’s see how you walk!”

“Gentlemen, attention! Felicity is about to show off her brand-new legs, straight from the shop—ha!”

To them, Felicity was nothing more than a joke.

After that mess on Riverside Road, the fact that Felicity could still show up at Harrison’s side meant she was more important to him than his own son. The rest of these trust fund kids only hung around Felicity because of Harrison’s influence.

If Harrison could forgive her for putting the Vaughn family’s youngest in the ICU, then for the sake of business ties with the Vaughns, these sons of privilege kept up their usual enthusiasm around Felicity.

And as much as she sensed she was being paraded around like some circus act, Felicity still preferred the spotlight to being ignored.

Wearing these torture devices disguised as heels, strutting in front of them, she was sure she’d made the right call tonight.

“Harrison.”

Felicity strode over and planted one heel on the edge of the sofa right by Harrison’s thigh.

All at once, it felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over his head. Whatever warmth he had left vanished.

In that moment, Harrison knew with absolute clarity—Selene was the only one he wanted.

With a cold edge to his voice, he ordered, “Take off the shoes.”

Felicity blinked, confused. “You want me to take them off? Why?”

“I said, take them off!”

His shout killed the laughter in the room. The other young men straightened, sobering as they realized Harrison was angry.

They all stared silently at Felicity, none of them understanding how a pair of heels could set Harrison off like that.

The heavy tension pressing down from Harrison made it hard for Felicity to breathe. She had no idea what she’d done to make him so furious.