Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 499

Gwyneth arrived in style, sunglasses perched on her nose, trailed by a cadre of famous male models who made her entrance impossible to ignore.

Every one of those models was her assistant, following her wherever she went—a spectacle in their own right.

She’d been waiting outside the test site for over half an hour now, yet had made no public appearance. No one could blame her; with a self-driving truck about to speed down the highway, who could predict what might happen?

Only when the experiment succeeded did she finally grace the crowd with her presence, fashionably late as ever.

“Selene, you never fail to surprise me,” Gwyneth said as she approached, her demeanor suddenly warm now that they were in front of an audience.

Selene stood and replied, “I might have another surprise for you coming up.”

Gwyneth looked genuinely intrigued, but Selene simply walked past her.

She glanced in Adrian’s direction, and with just a look, Adrian instantly understood what she needed.

He immediately stood and hurried over, practically jogging to reach her side.

“What’s up?” he asked.

The look in Selene’s eyes made it clear—she needed help.

“Do me a favor,” she said.

She hadn’t even spelled it out before Adrian grinned and replied, “Always happy to help.”

“Mr. Shaw really can’t stay away from Selene, can he?” Annalise Johnston remarked, puzzled by Adrian’s sudden dash across the room.

Harrison watched as the two of them left together, his brow furrowed in concern.

Dames glanced nervously at his father.

Meanwhile, in the packed bleachers, the children were already buzzing with excitement.

“Dafina, did your mom invent the self-driving truck?”

“My mom led the development of the intelligent driving system, but the truck was manufactured by Mr. Vaughn’s company,” Daph explained.

“Wow! Your mom and dad are amazing!”

“My mom didn’t believe it when I told her your mom’s a CEO!”

Clearly, Annalise knew about the hidden transmitters scattered throughout the test site.

“Why are there so many transmitters?” Harrison muttered, clearly sensing something was off.

Annalise replied, “Obviously, they’re there to make sure the experiment goes smoothly.”

Suddenly, a loud crash echoed across the testing ground.

Selene, wielding a metal rod, smashed open a headlight and destroyed the signal receiver hidden inside.

Then she went around the truck, smashing every concealed receiver she could find.

Annalise shot to her feet. “Selene, what are you doing?”

She rushed to the front row and leaned over the railing, shouting at the people inside the test site. “Are you out of your mind?”

Selene, gripping the metal rod, shot Annalise a cold look. She was about to speak when Adrian handed her the microphone.

Selene nodded her thanks.