Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 386

Adrian’s brows, sharp as a blade, arched ever so slightly. Harrison, that sly fox, was clearly playing the victim in front of Selene.

Not long ago, when Harrison was high on that herbal concoction, he’d been all bluster and bravado—looked about ready to tear Adrian limb from limb. But now, in Selene’s presence, he’d transformed into a pitiful, wounded soul.

A scoff escaped Adrian’s nose, dry and laced with disdain. “Mr. Vaughn, why don’t you tell everyone what really happened? Why did Felicity pass out? And those clothes she’s missing—did you take them off her?”

He wanted Harrison to confess their twisted scheme himself. If Adrian and Selene exposed him outright, Harrison could twist it around, maybe even fight back. Better to let him unravel his own mess in front of everyone.

“It wasn’t me!” Harrison blurted, shaking his head. “Felicity was drugged—she stripped her own clothes off! She tried to force herself on me, over and over. I had no choice but to knock her out!”

His eyes darted anxiously to Selene, desperate to see how she was taking this. He couldn’t stand the thought of her misunderstanding him, of her believing he’d lost his dignity that way.

Turning around, Harrison made sure everyone saw his hands, cuffed and bloody behind his back. “To make sure I couldn’t escape, Felicity even put me in handcuffs!”

The metal cuffs were stained with blood, splotched and gruesome. His wrists were raw and torn from struggling to break free—some of the flesh was pressed into the cuffs, some peeled back, enough to expose a sliver of bone. The sight made more than one guest gasp in horror and sympathy.

Seeing Harrison in that state, no one felt right blaming him anymore.

Selene stayed silent, her face unreadable. But she was no fool—if Harrison was handcuffed, how had he managed to knock Felicity out? Felicity was no weakling; there was no way she could have restrained Harrison like that. Most likely, he’d snapped the cuffs on himself.

She and Adrian weren’t the only ones who saw right through him. Harrison was clearly trying to pin everything on Felicity.

He made his declaration. “I will never forgive Felicity for this! Still, I won’t blame the Thompson Group for her madness. After all, Selene and I were once married…”

Adrian’s lips curled in a faint, icy smirk. Even now, Harrison clung to the fact that he and Selene had been husband and wife.

Harrison swallowed the metallic taste in his mouth, feeling like he’d choked down a rusty nail. His brows knit in pain, lips drained of color except where blood had seeped into the cracks—splits he’d bitten into them himself, trying to suppress the drug’s effects.

No one among the guests doubted Harrison’s story for a moment.

“Miss Felicity has gone way too far this time!” they muttered, turning on Felicity and echoing Harrison’s condemnation.