Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 332

Adrian’s lips curled in a dry, dismissive smirk just as the doctor’s voice came through his phone.

“Should I call the police?”

“Do you want news about my… procedure getting splashed across the tabloids?” Adrian shot back, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

A wicked chuckle crackled from the other end of the line. “Your medical records have already been hacked, you know. Give it a day or two—once word gets out that Mr. Shaw can’t get it up, the entire Capital Circle will be talking.”

Adrian’s long, clean fingers tapped absently on the steering wheel as he stared into the rearview mirror, eyeing the sleek Maybach trailing behind him.

“The follow-up appointment goes ahead as planned,” he said evenly.

The doctor hesitated. “Aren’t you worried—?”

Adrian pressed down on the gas, swinging the car around. “This is called flushing out the snake.”

As Adrian sped off, Harrison stepped out of his own car.

Dressed head to toe in an impeccably tailored black suit, he looked every inch the cold, calculating predator. His eyes, dark as a winter’s night, gave nothing away.

Harrison strode to the elevator and pressed the button. When the doors slid open, he stepped inside without a backward glance.

Meanwhile, in the parking garage, a handful of plainclothes security guards—assigned specifically to protect Selene—watched him go. As far as they were concerned, Harrison was public enemy number one.

One of the guards quickly dialed Luke Holloway. “Mr. Holloway, Harrison just entered Thompson Group headquarters.”

*

Sunlight poured into the executive office, illuminating Selene where she sat behind her desk, head bent over a stack of paperwork.

Her raven-black hair was tied back in a neat ponytail, a few stray strands brushing against her cheek. The crisp white blouse she wore draped elegantly over her shoulders, the collar casually open to reveal the graceful line of her neck and the delicate curve of her collarbone.

There was a knock at the door. Selene’s newly promoted executive assistant poked her head in.

When the assistant approached, Felicity popped her bubble, sprang to her feet, and shoved her hands deep into the pockets of her black denim shorts, sauntering toward the executive office.

The assistant stepped in front of her, blocking the way. “Miss Felicity, Ms. Thompson is busy. She doesn’t have time to see you.”

Felicity chewed her gum, lips curling into a defiant smirk. She let out a short, mocking laugh, clearly unimpressed.

“Out of my way, lapdog.”

With a cold sneer, she shoved the assistant hard. The woman slammed into the wall, biting back a cry of pain.

“Stop her!” she barked, voice trembling but resolute.

Security guards rushed over, forming a solid wall between Felicity and the office door.

“No one enters the executive office without the vice president’s permission!” the assistant snapped, her voice ringing with authority.