Chapter 1968 An Expert at Cutting Through Pretense

Ivanka massaged her shoulder blades as she followed Coco inside. When Michael looked at Coco, an unmistakable flash of annoyance crossed his eyes. He could not fathom why Coco lacked any sense of propriety. Catching the blatant disdain in Michael’s gaze, Coco was stunned for a second, but she quickly masked her reaction and acted like nothing happened. With an air of entitlement, she casually pulled out the chair opposite Michael and sat down. Given that the house was typically occupied by only Ivanka and Michael, the dining table had only two chairs. With Coco making herself at home and claiming one, Ivanka could only stand by the door frame. She leaned casually against it and watched them. It was unknown whether she did it intentionally or not, but Coco began chatting away with Michael as though no one else was present. She shared her reflections on moving to the big city. She made sure to slip in a dose of self-pity at the end. “If it weren’t for you, Michael, I’d still be