Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 427

Wesley’s assistant sat stiffly, both hands pressed anxiously against his thighs. Sweat pooled in his palms, soaking through his suit pants.

He was terrified of saying the wrong thing and provoking Harrison’s temper again.

“S-sir…” he stammered, voice trembling. “Young Master said he wanted me to start the fire. He hoped that Miss Thompson and Mr. Vaughn—you both—would run in to save him. He wanted to use the chaos as a chance for you two to reconcile.”

Wesley’s face twisted in misery as he pleaded, “I had no idea the materials in the hall’s upper level weren’t fireproof. Mr. Vaughn, I—I didn’t think it through. Please, I’m begging you, help me!”

Just then, a police officer pushed open the door and announced from the hallway, “Mr. Leo’s attorney has arrived—he’s the appointed guardian for Altair.”

As the officer finished, a tall, striking man strode in.

Harrison, seated in his chair, looked up to see a bold, handsome man flash him a crooked smile.

Adrian, dressed in a charcoal-grey suit, had sharp features and piercing, star-dark eyes that radiated an unrestrained confidence.

Harrison’s gaze caught on the peacock brooch pinned to Adrian’s lapel.

He tugged at his shirt cuff, revealing the gleaming moonphase watch on his wrist—a Jaeger-LeCoultre Selene had given him for his birthday, though which year, he couldn’t recall.

He could have asked Felicity; she always remembered every gift he received, recalling them as if reciting a cherished collection.

But ever since Felicity, drugged and out of her mind, had tried to force herself on him, Harrison hadn’t pressed charges—his greatest act of mercy toward her.

Now, he’d blocked every possible way she could contact him.

Before he knew it, Adrian was standing before him.

Starlight Law Group, Partner—Adrian.

“Starlight,” Harrison said, dryly. “Did you name your firm yourself?”

He’d known the name for ages, but somehow, seeing it in print always irked him.

Adrian leaned against the desk, one hand in his pocket, entirely at ease. He grinned. “Yeah, I did. The name comes from an old poem.

‘May I be as steadfast as the stars, and you as radiant as the moon; each night our light intertwined. If the moon fades, the stars endure, waiting for its return, together shining bright.’”

A storm of dark, violent emotion flickered in Harrison’s eyes—something wild and dangerous, barely contained.