Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 525

The two figures disappeared from the doorway of the private dining room. Three minutes later, a nervous waiter crept in and asked in a shaky voice, “Excuse me, may we serve your food now?”

Harrison looked up. “How did you let just anyone walk in here?”

The atmosphere in the room, already tense, seemed to freeze completely in Harrison’s presence.

The waiter’s hands trembled as he replied, “They showed us their ID, sir.”

He risked a quick glance at Harrison, relieved the police hadn’t taken him away—Harrison was clearly innocent of any crime. All the waiter wanted now was to do his job and get this unsettling guest out as soon as possible.

“Go ahead. Bring the food,” Harrison said curtly.

Nearly twenty dishes were placed on the table, an impressive spread fit for a party, but Harrison sat alone, surrounded by a feast that failed to tempt him. He picked at a few bites, but everything tasted bland and lifeless. This was the best restaurant near his company, staffed by renowned chefs, but tonight, nothing could satisfy him.

“Make me something to eat, Selene,” he muttered under his breath.

No one answered. Harrison let out a bitter laugh, tossed his napkin aside, and walked out of the room.

*

A black SUV sped down the highway, sleek as a stallion gliding past the smaller cars in its path.

Selene rested her elbow on the window, letting the warm afternoon air brush across her face. Her mind, however, was sharper than ever.

“With Harrison’s temperament, he’ll probably lay low for a while,” she mused.

“I’d rather just throw him in a cell,” came Luke Holloway’s voice from the driver’s seat.

Selene’s lips curled into a small smile. “You know it’s better to keep your enemies close. Besides, he’s not the type who can be locked away so easily.”

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