Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 372

The moment Adrian uttered the word “breakup,” a flash of satisfaction flickered in Harrison’s eyes, like a predator sensing its prey had walked right into the trap.

He knew Adrian was bluffing. But since Adrian had gone so far, Harrison was curious to see how he’d talk his way out of this one.

“Adrian, you’ve said it yourself—so let’s see you keep your word!”

Now, Harrison was determined to force Adrian and Selene apart.

“I never agreed to break up with Mr. Shaw.” Selene’s voice rang out, clear and unwavering. Adrian’s large hand enveloped hers, and she turned to Harrison with a steady gaze. “And I’m certainly not going to let you come between us. If you think your meddling will make me leave Adrian, you’re dead wrong.”

Harrison’s face darkened instantly, as if his heart had been hurled into an abyss.

“Selene...” Adrian murmured her name softly.

She squeezed his hand in return. “You’re the one who stirred up trouble at the Thompson-Shaw merger ceremony, Harrison. If anyone should leave, it’s you—not Adrian.”

A hint of a smile touched Adrian’s lips, but Harrison felt as if someone had just slammed a sledgehammer into his chest. His ribcage echoed with a heavy thud.

Adrian seemed comforted by Selene’s unwavering stance. A glimmer of light danced in his deep-set eyes.

“You’re amazing,” he told her, as if one steadfast word from Selene was enough to satisfy him completely.

She looked up at him with a gentle smile. “Well, you are my boyfriend, after all.”

“Selene!” Harrison’s patience finally snapped. He shot up from his chair, unable to sit still any longer.

He was still right there, damn it! Yet Selene and Adrian were acting as if he didn’t exist, their eyes locked in a way that set his teeth on edge.

“Selene, there’s something I haven’t told you yet.” Adrian’s tone softened, but there was a shadow behind those sharp eyes—a sadness that hadn’t been there before, as if he’d made a difficult decision.

“Harrison didn’t stop at trying to split us up. He ordered a hacker to break into the medical center’s records and steal my confidential files. He found out I’d seen a doctor and couldn’t wait to use my medical history to threaten me—just to force me away from you.”

Selene, of course, already knew all about Harrison’s idiocy. In fact, she’d even suggested Adrian make his blunder public.

So Adrian’s words weren’t just for Selene—they were for everyone present.

He hadn’t even finished before a wave of curiosity swept through the crowd. People craned their necks and leaned in to catch every word.

Harrison’s expression darkened further, but the crowd—especially the reporters—couldn’t hold back any longer. Cameras were raised, microphones thrust forward, and Harrison found himself surrounded in a flurry of questions.

“Mr. Vaughn, did you really steal Mr. Shaw’s medical records? Why would you do something like that?”

“Mr. Vaughn, you’ve been targeting Mr. Shaw for years. Is there some bad blood between Vaughn Enterprises and the Shaw Group that we don’t know about?”

“Mr. Vaughn, is your concern for Mr. Shaw’s health because he’s Miss Thompson’s boyfriend? You and Miss Thompson have been divorced for years—are you still hung up on your ex-wife?”

Sophie Chase, a reporter for the National Broadcast Network, was there to cover the Shaw Group’s acquisition of Thompson Victory Technologies. She’d never intended to report on messy love triangles at a business event, but her journalistic instincts kicked in.

“Mr. Vaughn, are you jealous of Mr. Shaw, by any chance?”

It was as if someone had just thrown a barrel of vinegar in Harrison’s face. His eyes went wide; his pupils shrank. Even his clenched fists began to tremble.

“Jealous?” Harrison let out a disdainful snort. “I’m just disgusted that Mr. Shaw has been after my ex-wife all along.”

The guests gasped, the air electric with shock. Harrison’s words were a live wire—and the whole room just got zapped.