Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 529

The black Jeep stopped. The window lowered again, revealing Selene's fair, composed face.

"Selene, dear!" Matilda's eyes lit up with hope.

Selene looked at her mother, her dark eyes holding nothing but a distant, ironic smile. "I am no longer the mother of the Vaughn family's young master. And Daph has only one mother: me. If you're looking for someone to brainwash those children, you've come to the wrong person."

"Selene!" Victor cut in. "The Thompson family cannot afford to lose the Vaughns! We let you have your way when you insisted on the divorce. But as my daughter, and as the head of the Thompson Group, you have a responsibility to maintain our family's connection to the Vaughns! If you won't be Harrison's wife, Felicity will! You have to help her!"

Selene scoffed, her voice turning to ice. "If Felicity actually marries Harrison, the Thompson family will become the laughingstock of the entire Capital. Two sisters marrying the same man? We'll be ridiculed everywhere we go!"

"What does a woman like you know?" Victor's voice boomed. "I don't care what people in the Capital say about us! All I care about is the unwavering support of the Vaughn family!" If not for the car door between them, he would have struck her. His eyes were wide with fury.

Selene's voice was filled with contempt. "Victor, if you want to leech off the Vaughns, go do it yourself! You could go call Harrison 'daddy' for all I care!" Her words were sharp and deliberate. "Just. Stop. Bothering. Me."

"You are a daughter of the Thompson family!" Victor yelled.

"I don't have to be," Selene replied, her tone final.

Victor and Matilda both gasped.

"Do you have any idea what you're saying?" Victor looked like he was about to have a stroke.

"Ahhh!" Matilda screamed at the sight.

The Jeep kept moving as the window began to rise, clamping down on Victor's arm.

"Victor! Victor!" Matilda ran after him, but she tripped over her own feet and fell flat on her face.

Victor was left dangling from the side of the Jeep, the soles of his shoes scraping two black lines onto the pavement. When the vehicle finally stopped, his face was beet red and he was gasping for air, his legs feeling like jelly.

He heard a car door slam. Luke got out, a towering figure who cast a long, intimidating shadow over Victor before he even got close.