Becoming A Tech Tycoon Begins With Regression novel Chapter 183

Chapter 183: Theatrics

"Oh look who’s here," a voice spoke up the moment Irina stepped into stepped into the grand foyer.

The voice sounded neither warm nor welcoming, it sounded pretty condescending and aimed at putting her presence in the spotlight.

Irina didn’t turn, nor acknowledge the person that just spoke up, causing a frown to grace his face.

Annoyed at the lack of acknowledgement, he stepped into her path, causing her to pause.

Irina was already annoyed as is, yet this idiot was determined to make the day even more unpleasant.

Standing directly in her path, with a drink in hand and that insufferable smirk on his face was,

"Mikhail." Irina said flatly.

Her dear cousin.

Of all the Romanovas, Mikhail was the most obsessed with hierarchy, appearances, and making sure everyone else knew when they’d failed to meet his standard.

"Late, as always," he added, swirling the dark liquor in his glass. "Father isn’t pleased."

"My father is never pleased," Irina said, brushing past him without breaking stride, "nothing new."

The stress on ’My’ caused him to frown as he read between the lines, still, he wasn’t going to give up just yet, after all, he had a task to fulfill.

Mikhail stepped in front of her again, blocking her way for the second time causing her frown to turn darker.

"Really?" she sighed. "Is this how you spend your time now? Waiting in hallways to annoy me?"

Mikhail chuckled at her question, a sound which came out pretty hollow.

"Don’t blame me for your lateness, some of us actually value family obligations," he leaned forward slightly, "unlike you."

Irina’s eyes narrowed, her irritation doubling. She’d very much like to get this over with and return to Atlanta, to continue pursuing Ethan.

Plus she knew Mikhail wasn’t just provoking her out of pettiness, he wanted a reaction.

A pretty bad one.

Why?

Because he wasn’t a simple nuisance, he was an aligned one, one that had been deliberately put up to this, to make her look bad.

And all the people looking at her right now? They were all audiences for whatever theatrics was being set up.

A small smile appeared on her face as she turned back to Mikhail, since they wanted drama, why not indulge them a bit.

"Oh dear cousin," she said sweetly, maybe a bit too sweetly, "tell me... did you really block my path just to embarrass me? Or is this another one of your... special hobbies?"

Mikhail’s confident smirk faltered ever so slightly.

Irina slowly walked towards him, her smile getting wider, "I mean, I would find it hard to understand if you’re simply bored. After all, not everyone enjoys spending their nights watching, "

She lowered her voice, just enough for only him to hear, "their wife get railed by other men."

Mikhail’s face immediately went white.

"Oh, don’t look so shocked. Secrets travel fast in this family... especially the interesting ones." She said, her grin suddenly appearing as an evil one to him.

He sputtered, gripping his glass tighter.

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