Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 548

A malicious glint shone in Felicity’s eyes, as dark and murky as a swamp. The smile on her lips widened as she silently counted in her head.

After half a minute, Harrison’s voice returned, tight and strained. “I’ll have my secretary contact a few designers in Italy. They’ll send their latest collections to the Thompson estate.”

“Harrison, thank you! You’re so good to me.”

Before she could finish, the line went dead.

Felicity let out a breath, clutching her phone as a victorious smile danced in her eyes.

“Darling, where are you going?” Matilda asked, seeing Felicity abruptly stand and head for the door.

Felicity paused, looking down at her mother with an air of superiority. “This place is beneath me. If you like these dresses, feel free to keep looking. Dad will pay for it, I’m sure.”

With that, she swept out of the salon.

The consultants huddled around Matilda exchanged bewildered glances.

“What’s her problem?” one whispered to another.

“We’re one of the most exclusive bridal boutiques in Capital City!”

“I thought she made the appointment herself. If she looks down on us, why even bother coming?”

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