Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 347

“Beep beep!” The busy signal echoed from Gwyneth’s phone, cracking her perfect composure.

She turned, staring at her screen in disbelief.

Had Selene really hung up on her?

Impossible.

No one had ever dared hang up on Gwyneth Lockridge.

She refused to believe it—maybe Selene had disconnected by accident.

There was no way Selene would do that on purpose.

Gwyneth dialed Selene’s number again, this time putting her phone on speaker.

Every eye in the room fixed on her phone, collective breath held.

Seconds ticked by. Still, no one picked up.

Gwyneth’s hand trembled ever so slightly as she gripped her phone.

An awkward tension spread through the room, thick enough to choke on.

“The number you have dialed is unavailable. Please try again later,” the robotic voice droned from Gwyneth’s phone.

Someone tried to break the silence. “Maybe Miss Thompson is busy right now.”

A man in a crisp suit stepped forward. “Ms. Lockridge, let me try reaching Miss Thompson. Once I get through, I’ll have her come to The Lockridge Group headquarters to meet with you.”

A few rebellious curls slipped across Gwyneth’s cheek as her face turned to stone.

She was never one to wait around—she loathed the feeling. Patience was not her virtue, especially when Selene’s betrayal had left her seething. Gwyneth wanted nothing more than to storm back in, to put Selene firmly in her place—just like before, when she’d effortlessly kicked the woman aside, leaving Selene to grovel at her feet.

*

“Selene, you really need to teach your daughter about the bigger picture this time!”

Clarissa stood at the edge of the stage, a mocking smile on her lips. “Did you know, when you didn’t transfer your daughter to another school, people online were laughing at you? They said you were a coward—not even willing to protect your own daughter!”

With a dramatic sigh, Clarissa continued, “You’ve got to look after that girl’s self-esteem. Here, I’ll give you Penelope’s meal plan. Take your daughter home and have her follow it—lose a good ten pounds in a month, I guarantee it!”

Selene barely glanced at Clarissa from the corner of her eye. “If you love giving orders so much, why not go direct traffic on Main Street?”

She noticed the other parents standing with Clarissa; their faces showed clear disapproval too.

“Mrs. Thompson, I really think your daughter should step down. I’m not trying to pressure you, but she needs to learn to put the group first. Without Dafina, our kids could easily win one of the top three prizes under Miss Hargrove’s guidance!”

“Dafina’s just too heavy—she doesn’t have any grace for ballet at all.”