Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 335

There’s nothing more painful than this.

He once had it all, but never bothered to cherish it—only after losing her did the memories haunt him, refusing to let go.

He looked at Selene, his voice grave. “You’re really choosing Adrian?”

Selene replied in her cool, businesslike tone. “We’ve already finalized things with The Shaw Group. All projects related to the acquisition are set. The official signing ceremony is next week.”

Her voice was casual, almost indifferent; it was clear this man meant nothing to her anymore.

“Mr. Vaughn, you’re too late. Maybe if you’d made your move six months ago—if you’d offered to buy Thompson Enterprises back then—no one would have stood in your way. But now, no matter how good your terms are, I’ll turn you down. Even if you swear you won’t back out or change your mind, I’d still rather walk away from your thirty, fifty—even a hundred million.”

It didn’t matter how much money he offered her. If the feeling was gone, nothing could bring it back.

It felt as if a thousand icy needles were stabbing into Harrison’s skin, the pain sharp and relentless.

A furrow dug deep between his brows as he gritted out, “If you pick Adrian, you’ll regret it!”

Selene didn’t even bother responding. “Dad, see Mr. Vaughn out, please. If he won’t leave on his own, I’ll call security.”

Harrison stayed put, not budging an inch from his chair.

He tried one last time, his voice strained. “Fine, I’ll withdraw from the bid for Thompson Enterprises. But you have to promise me one thing: break up with Adrian. Now.”

Selene let out a short, incredulous laugh. “Who do you think you are? President of the universe? The whole world has to do what you say?”

Harrison pulled a manila envelope from his briefcase. “Look at this.”

Selene didn’t even glance at it.

So Harrison opened the envelope himself and laid the documents out in front of her.

The first page—Adrian’s name in bold letters.

Was this Adrian’s medical file?

Victor and the other executives nearby couldn’t help but peek at the papers.

Selene snatched up the file. Her eyes scanned the contents—then she glared furiously at Harrison. “Are you out of your mind?”

Harrison pressed her. “Did you see what it says?”

Victor called after them, “Harrison…does your offer for the acquisition still stand?”

Harrison’s numbers were hard to ignore, and Victor was already leaning in his favor.

Selene lifted her head and shouted at Victor, “Any agreement without my signature is worthless!”

Harrison carried her straight out of the office.

With her stomach pressed against his shoulder, Selene felt her insides roil, nausea threatening to overwhelm her.

Harrison shifted her legs, hoisting her sideways so she was slung across his shoulder, completely off-balance.

She had to fight both the physical discomfort and the struggle to escape his grip.

He marched into the elevator, holding her with one arm.

Desperately, Selene fumbled in her pocket until her fingers wrapped around her phone.

When the elevator doors slid open in the parking garage, Harrison was met by the imposing figure of Luke Holloway—broad-shouldered and immovable, like a mountain blocking the way.