Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 477

The sharp, urgent knock on the CEO’s office door cut through the air.

The man pinning Gwyneth down seemed only more excited by the interruption, his lips trailing hot, eager kisses across her cheek, as if he couldn’t bear to let her go.

Gwyneth clicked her tongue, pushing him away. Seeing her displeasure, he immediately reined himself in, straightening up.

Unbeknownst to them, the entire office was glued to their computer screens, watching the scene unfold in real time.

Fresh gossip was always a treat, but this was another level entirely.

This wasn’t a scandalous video leak or some faked deepfake making the rounds—there was no need to wonder if what they were seeing was real.

Because it was live. Right from the CEO’s office.

Gwyneth’s assistant, ever attentive, tidied her blouse and smoothed her skirt, making sure she was perfectly put together before turning to answer the door.

When the heavy, soundproof doors slid open, the executive secretary caught sight of the assistant and immediately blanched.

She realized, in that instant, this wasn’t a hacktivist’s AI hoax. This was a live broadcast—raw and unfiltered.

“What’s going on?” Gwyneth’s voice was cool and composed, though a flush lingered on her cheeks. She didn’t care in the least if her secretary caught her having some fun with a man in the office. Let them see.

The secretary’s expression was a twisted blend of shock and helplessness. She hesitated, struggling to find the right words.

“Ms. Lockridge, your office computer was hacked…”

Her voice faltered, trailing off.

Gwyneth frowned and glanced at her computer, suspicion flickering in her eyes.

Meanwhile, her handsome assistant casually checked his phone. The moment he read the incoming messages, his face drained of color.

“Ms. Lockridge! We’re in serious trouble!!”

He looked at Gwyneth, panic written all over him, but couldn’t seem to get the words out.

Sensing something was very wrong, Gwyneth pressed the secretary, “What exactly happened?”

The secretary braced herself. “Your computer’s webcam was activated. Everything that just happened in your office… the entire company saw it…”

She rushed to cover herself, fearful of Gwyneth’s wrath. “Ms. Lockridge, don’t worry. HR is already preparing confidentiality agreements. We’ll have everyone sign, check their phones, make sure there’s nothing damaging to you before they leave the building.”

Gwyneth picked up her own phone, quickly piecing together what must have happened. She didn’t look the least bit angry—more like an unflappable force of nature, unmoved by scandal.

“Find out who hacked my computer,” she ordered, her tone suddenly steely, dangerous.

*

A mischievous glint danced in Selene’s eyes. “You want to play corporate games? Let’s take it up a notch. QuanTech’s just the stage—we can make this office drama a real show.”

Gwyneth’s fingers curled into a fist on the desk, but it wasn’t anger that rose in her—it was a fierce, competitive spark. Realizing this, she gave a slow, dangerous smile.

“Selene, are you sure you understand what it means to make an enemy of me? The consequences can be… severe.”

Selene answered coolly, “Ms. Lockridge, maybe you should focus on cleaning up your own mess first.”

With that, Selene ended the call.

Adrian’s light, teasing voice broke the silence. “Coffee?”

Selene glanced at him. “I’d prefer tea.”

His eyes sparkled with laughter. “How about me instead?”

She couldn’t help but laugh. “Only if you make it for me.”

“Wait, you want to make me?” he bantered, obviously playing with her words.

“Well, are you going to make me a cup or not?” Selene shot back, drawing out the words with a playful lilt.