Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 401

A sudden gust of excitement swept past Carmel Howard as Adrian Shaw dashed forward, leading the charge.

In the blink of an eye, Adrian had put two yards between himself and the rest of them. Harrison Vaughn’s jaw tightened, a vein throbbing at his temple as he watched Adrian pull away.

He was just about to spit out a curse when Carmel’s voice cut through the tension.

“Selene!”

Carmel raised her hand high, waving enthusiastically to Selene Thompson.

Selene looked up at her, her bright eyes curving into perfect crescent moons.

Adrian noticed that Selene’s attention was focused solely on Carmel. He faltered, his steps slowing abruptly.

Taking advantage of the moment, Carmel darted past him, jogging over to Selene.

“Excuse me, coming through! Please let me by!”

Harrison suddenly appeared, pushing a wheelchair with Dames sitting primly in it. He maneuvered the chair to block Adrian’s path, clearly hoping to use it as a battering ram to shove past Carmel as well.

Adrian planted himself in the narrow aisle, standing firmly in Harrison’s way.

“This aisle’s way too tight for a wheelchair. Why don’t you take your son to sit on the side?”

Harrison’s expression darkened. “If he sits on the side, my son won’t be able to see the stage. He’s sitting in the center with me, end of discussion.”

Without waiting for a reply, Harrison scooped Dames out of the wheelchair, tossed the chair aside, and strode toward the center of the seating area, determined to secure the best view for his son.

The aisle near the stage was tight, and Adrian continued to block Harrison’s path, making it impossible for him to pass.

“Get out of the way, Mr. Shaw. Don’t act like a dog guarding a bone,” Harrison snapped, his tone thick with warning.

Adrian didn’t bother turning around. He just chuckled. “A friendly dog wouldn’t block your path. Lucky for you, I’m more of a wolf.”

By the time they reached Selene’s row, Carmel had already settled comfortably into the empty seat beside her.

The look Harrison shot Carmel could have cut glass.

Adrian walked past Selene and stopped beside Claudia, bending down to speak quietly. “I just saw Monica having some trouble backstage. Would you like to check on your daughter?”

The moment Claudia heard him mention Monica, she sprang to her feet. “Thank you, Mr. Shaw. I’ll go right away.”

Adrian smiled, gladly accepting her gratitude before slipping into her vacated seat—now seated right beside Selene.

Harrison stood nearby, still holding Dames like a wooden statue, his sharp brows twitching with frustration.

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