Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 334

Selene couldn’t help but laugh at Victor’s words.

Victor held up three fingers. “Harrison’s offering three billion dollars!”

Bracing both hands on the edge of the table, Victor’s excitement spilled into his voice. “If Thompson Victory Technologies gets acquired by Vaughn Enterprises, I’ll finally have a seat on their board—with you!”

It was a promise Adrian, for all his talk, had never made to the Thompson family.

Victor slid a thick stack of papers across the table toward her. “This is Harrison’s acquisition proposal. He wrote it himself. Take a look.”

The price and the terms Harrison was offering were tempting, almost too good to pass up.

Selene took the proposal. She didn’t so much as glance at it.

She tore off the first page and fed it into the shredder.

Then the second page. The third. Calmly, methodically, she shredded them one by one.

This was a proposal Harrison had drafted overnight, yet she dismissed it as if it were nothing.

Victor’s voice shot up in alarm. “Selene! What are you doing?”

Harrison’s expression iced over, his face rigid.

“I know you blame me for a lot, but refusing even to read a three billion dollar proposal? Isn’t that a bit childish?”

Catching her in the act, Harrison pressed on, “Is it the price? Would fifty billion make a difference? I’ll pay fifty billion to buy Thompson Victory Technologies.”

Victor’s heart skipped; he could barely stay seated.

Harrison’s offer was more than double what Adrian had put on the table.

“Harrison, if you’re serious about that price, I can represent Thompson Victory Technologies—”

“Dad, you don’t have that authority anymore.” Selene cut him off without even raising her voice.

Victor slumped back in his chair, stung by the reminder of how he’d lost control of the company. The thought made him seethe with resentment toward Felicity.

Selene laughed—a low, incredulous sound. “I’m not your wife anymore, Mr. Vaughn. Since when do you let your feelings interfere with business?”

Harrison froze. The woman he’d once looked down on, the woman he’d never taken seriously, was now lecturing him about professionalism.

Selene leaned over the table, her posture radiating authority. For the first time, Harrison felt a suffocating pressure from her.

He sat back, instinctively holding his breath, struck by the realization: after all these years, his ex-wife was stunning—like a pearl polished clean of dust, suddenly shining in the light.

He couldn’t look away as her pale pink lips parted to deliver her verdict:

“I will never sell Thompson Victory Technologies to you. When I stopped being your wife, I became your client, your superior. From now on, you answer to me. You’re not even qualified to sit at my table as an equal.”

Harrison’s heart pounded; a molten rush of emotion threatened to burn right through his chest.

He stared at her, transfixed. For a moment, his hand twitched—he wanted to reach out, to touch her face.

But as soon as the impulse hit, he remembered: that right had been lost to him forever.