Becoming A Tech Tycoon Begins With Regression novel Chapter 217

Irina's expression changed the moment she stepped out of her room.

There was the maid, Natalya, waiting outside the door, and Irina could see how worried she was.

"Milady," She started, seemingly wanting to suggest something but couldn't or rather didn't know what to suggest.

Irina had grown up from a baby in her hands, so she understood her the most and she was the only one who understood the expression on her face when the proposal was announced.

Irina was furious.

Natalya knew that Irina didn't like this decision, not one bit.

Now, she could suggest for her lady to runaway into a different country, but even though the Romanova's had fallen from grace decades ago, the still had connections.

And the patriarch had enough of it to get Irina back into Russia in just a few hours.

So all Natalya could do now was bow a bit, tears welling up her eyes as she said, "I'm sorry for being so useless, milady."

Irina was a bit surprised at her maid's reaction and just wanted to give her a hug, but she couldn't.

The Estate was filled with rats at this time of the year, so she couldn't risk one of them finding out that she still shows care to a maid.

They would make Natalya's life a hell, whenever she wasn't looking...so she just sighed and said, "raise your head."

Natalya complied, looking directly at Irina's expression and she immediately understood what she was doing.

Natalya realized her mistake of doing this outside a private place, so she just said, "I apologize."

"Lead the way," Irina just said and they started walking forward.

Irina was right, there were rats around, and one of them walked out a few moments after she left.

"Damn, she's cold," a tall lady with raven black hair stepped out, "even to her only proper parental figure."

She looked around for a while before sighing, "though, that's not unexpected from the Romanova siblings."

Seeing that there was nothing to report back, she might as well go and enjoy the drama that would unfold.

Though she was curious, if the common enemy of both brothers was successfully kicked out of the inheritance race, would they turn on each other?

Or is there some type of agreement between the two?

She would prefer if they chewed each other until both parties were destroyed.. and then the Romanova legacy would be thrown to the wolves before it is completely destroyed.

"That'll be fun to watch."

***

Irina walked with Natalya down the stairs but before she could reach the meeting area, she was approached by their retainer.

He was a tall man, that seemed to be in his late forties maybe even earlier fifties.

His expression was completely neutral, as he had long learnt to erase any bit of emotion on his face.

Even when he was standing before his wife of two decades.

"Milady," he said, bowing slightly, "the Patriarch requests a private audience before you join the guests."

"Where?" Irina calmly asked. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

"The study," the retainer replied. "Immediately."

Irina nodded. "You may go, Natalya."

Natalya hesitated, her lips parting as if to protest, then she caught the faint warning in Irina's eyes. She bowed deeply. "Of course, milady."

As Natalya retreated, Irina followed the retainer down a different corridor, one that led away from the public halls and deeper into the older wing of the estate.

The walls here were darker, lined with portraits of Romanova patriarchs, men with cold eyes and proud demeanors, all staring down at her.

Though there was a picture of one woman with an even colder expression, one that seemed even more intimidating than most of the others here.

The study doors opened without a sound and she immediately spotted her father who stood by the window with hishands clasped behind his back, gazing out at the snow-covered grounds.

He did not turn when she entered.

"You may leave," he said to the retainer.

The door closed, sealing them inside and letting the silence properly settle between the two.

Even with his back towards her, Alexis Romanova undoubtedly releases an aura that demanded attention.

"You see," He started, his back still turned towards, "there was once a time when the Romanovas stood at the very top."

"I know," Irina nodded, "but I'm sure you didn't call me here to give me a lesson on the family's history."

Alexis turned towards her and although she seemed completely calm, he could tell, "you're angry."

"I wonder why," She said, sarcasm dripping from her voice, "maybe it's because someone planned my wedding without consulting me."

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