Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 507

Everyone in the room drew a sharp breath. Selene glanced at Adrian, who looked back at her through long, shadowed lashes and said sincerely, “Let me have a share of this with you, will you?”

Selene reached out her hand to him. “Welcome aboard, Mr. Shaw.”

Looking at Adrian, Selene was overwhelmed by a strange mix of emotions. The truth was, Adrian had always been there—not just after her divorce, but before her marriage, and even during it.

Whenever she wanted to move forward, Adrian walked right beside her. And whenever she needed to stop, he would simply stand there, quietly watching over her.

She’d once asked him, “I don’t know how I could ever repay you for all your trust and help.”

Adrian had only smiled. “Then give me more—give me greater returns, Selene. I used to be the one showing you the world. Now, let’s trade places. You lead me, and take me to the parts of life I haven’t seen yet. How about it?”

He took her hand. Selene smiled, and deep down, she answered him, “Yes.”

Across the room, Annalise Johnston watched the two of them. With a knowing smile, she folded her arms and called out, “Mr. Vaughn, just wait—two months from now, we’re all in for the most spectacular fiasco.”

She turned to Gwyneth. “I hope, Ms. Lockridge, you’ll invite us along to witness the miracle when it happens.”

Gwyneth’s face darkened, but she ignored Annalise’s words.

Harrison led the Vaughn Enterprises executives out of the room.

“I’ll take you back to school, young man,” Harrison’s assistant said to Dames.

Before Dames could reply, Annalise eagerly stepped forward. “Young Master Vaughn, how about I drive you home?”

Dames frowned. “Why would you do that?”

Annalise grinned. “Because I’m dating your dad. I’m about to become your new mom, you know.”

Dames stared at her, stunned, his face turning cold. “I don’t want a new mom!”

He took a step back, bristling with resistance.

“Why not, Dames?” Annalise pressed, “Your mom left, didn’t she?”

Harrison’s tone was unyielding. “She’s not coming back.”

Dames insisted, “Then why don’t you get down on your knees and beg her?”

A chill swept across Harrison’s face. “What did you say?”

Dames looked up at him, dead serious. “Dad, you know how to kneel. Go kneel to Mom, and bow your head. Dad, can you cry? If you cry loudly enough, Mom will feel sorry for you. That always works.”

Harrison scooped his son up—he was tired of watching Dames struggle to walk.

He asked, “If that works so well, why don’t you try it?”

Dames replied, “Maybe I used it too much—Mom’s immune now. But you’re different, Dad. You’ve never cried or knelt in front of her.”

“I would never do something like that!” Harrison declared, his voice ringing with finality.