Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 333

Felicity sneered, her expression a mix of arrogance and disdain. "Do you know who I am? I'm Miss Felicity!"

The executive assistant smoothed the wrinkles from her tailored suit—a suit she’d paid several thousand dollars for, custom-made to meet the demands of working for the CEO.

"Ms. Thompson made it clear: now that you’re an assistant to the VP, you need to act like one. This is work hours, not your personal playground. No more wandering around the office like you used to!"

Felicity narrowed her eyes, glaring at the assistant who dared to challenge her.

With a sharp turn, she stormed down the hallway and, in a fit of rage, kicked over a chair and a decorative vase, sending them crashing to the floor.

She shot a menacing look at the assistant. "Do you want to end up like that vase?"

As she spoke, Felicity kicked the vase again, smashing it against the wall. Shards exploded everywhere.

Her gaze grew wilder, more brazen.

But the assistant remained perfectly calm, completely unfazed by Felicity’s tantrum. She pulled out her phone and said, "Ms. Thompson also said that if you throw a fit and damage company property, you’ll pay triple the cost in damages. If you break more than three things, I’ll have to call the police. You just got out of lockup, Miss Felicity—if you end up in a cell again, the consequences won’t be so light this time."

The assistant paused, then added, "And Ms. Thompson asked me to pass along a message: if you wind up behind bars again, who’s to say Mr. Vaughn will be so generous as to bail you out?"

Felicity felt her heart seize, as if she’d been shot. Selene had anticipated her every move.

Her breath came short and fast, chest heaving with anger and humiliation. She hadn’t even seen Selene face-to-face, yet she’d already been thoroughly outmaneuvered and mocked.

"You want me to pay? Ha! Let me tell you something: this entire company belongs to my family! If I break a vase in my own house, what’s the problem?!"

The assistant didn’t flinch. "Ms. Thompson said, if you refuse to pay three times the cost, the money comes straight out of Mr. Thompson’s account. After all, if this is your house, then Miss Felicity smashing a $20,000 vase means Mr. Thompson pays $60,000, right? That’s fair, isn’t it?"

Nothing rattled Felicity more than hearing Victor’s name. Just a couple days ago, she’d been partying at a bar when someone casually mentioned, "Hey, isn’t that Mr. Thompson?"—and she’d immediately ducked under the table in a panic.

"No! You can’t take it from my dad’s account!"

Her voice trembled.

Felicity’s knees nearly buckled. She finally understood what it meant to shoot herself in the foot.

It had been her idea, after all, to join Thompson Victory Technologies as Selene’s assistant—she’d even pitched it to Harrison herself.

She thought she’d be able to sabotage Selene at every turn. But before she could even make a move, Selene had already turned the tables on her.

*

Half an hour later:

Selene stepped into the conference room and found Harrison and Victor already seated inside.

Her tone was cool and businesslike. "This is an internal Thompson Group meeting. If you’re not directly involved, please leave."

Victor spoke first. "Selene, Harrison wants to buy out Thompson Victory Technologies."