Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 90

The employees in the lobby stared at each other, wide–eyed and uncertain.

“Mr. Vaughn, do you have a cold?”

“Sir, maybe you should see a doctor. You don’t look well at all–your face is ashen…” Their concern only made Harrison’s expression grow darker with every passing

second.

Secretary Burnett was about to step forward and reprimand the staff for their lack of boundaries, but Harrison was already striding toward the main entrance, not sparing anyone a glance.

Burnett hurried after him, quickly pulling open the car door for his boss.

“Mr. Vaughn, I’ll make sure every single one of those loafers in the lobby gets written up and docked pay!”

Harrison slid into the backseat, radiating cold like a portable air conditioner.

He glanced up, his piercing gaze freezing Burnett in place.

“What, do you want to broadcast to the world that I’m Selene’s blind ex–husband?”

Sweat beaded on Burnett’s forehead and began to trickle down his temples. He stood awkwardly, lips trembling.

“N–no, sir, I’d never even think of it! It’s just–there’s a lot of negative talk about you online right now.”

Burnett shakily held out his phone to Harrison.

Harrison glanced at the screen. The top trending topic was #SeleneExHusband.

He scoffed, lips curling in disdain. Never had he imagined that one day, he’d become famous because of Selene.

He didn’t bother to read the comments beneath the trending tag; the masses buzzing below his feet weren’t worth a second of his attention.

Still, if Selene managed to place in the finals…

Maybe then, Harrison mused, he’d be magnanimous enough to let her join the company–offer her a million–dollar salary, let her work herself ragged fo.

Just then, his phone buzzed.

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Chapter 90

When he saw Felicity’s name flashing on the screen, he picked up.

“Harrison, there’s a race on Bellcrest Mountain tonight. I want to take Dames to see

it.”

Harrison’s tone was chilly. “He’s not suited for that.”

“Harrison, if you don’t trust me to take Dames out on the mountain roads at night, why don’t you come too? Do you remember what today is?”

Felicity’s words struck a nerve. Today was Natalie’s birthday. Years ago, because of Natalie’s passion for racing, Harrison had sponsored the Bellcrest Mountain Rally.

“We’ll be tearing up the road down here, and Natalie can watch us from above, right?” Felicity’s eyes sparkled–the look of someone who always gets what she

wants.

She knew Natalie’s death was a wound in Harrison that never healed. Mention Natalie, and even the coldest glacier would start to thaw.

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