Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

Chapter 0111

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Chapter 0111

I told him my destination and we got going. The cabman pulled up at my destination. After I made a transfer to him, I watched him drive away.

As I stood there, my eyes took in the vast luxurious office building. Opposite it was the cafe where I had caught Sydney eavesdropping on my conversation with Isaac. Since she claimed that she worked here, then let's find out.

I walked close to the building, awed. Up close, the building was exquisite. The mirror walls that made up the top floor glinted in the sun. It reflected the sky and other buildings around it. I could not help but wonder how the interior would look, how the office seats would feel...

I shook my head and focused on the main reason why I was here. I didn't have much time to stand where I could easily be spotted by anyone and admire the place. After it became mine, I could do that. With that thought, my eyes scanned the area and I sighted a restaurant few feet from the building. They had chairs and tables stationed outside there under a umbrella. I rushed there and chose a secluded area. I ordered a drink I had read off the menu and transferred their payment to them. At least that will make them cut me some slack if I stay here for too long.

I expertly tucked myself in, away from anyone's scrutinizing gaze. I absentmindedly and slowly sipped the drink, on the building's door.

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I yawned as I slumped in the seat. It had been hours and the bitch had not even appeared. Even if her rank was slightly more than that of a cleaner... say a messenger, at least she would have to come down to run some errands, right?

I scrunched up my nose as I yawned and I quickly covered it with my palm. My breath stink. I was tired and bored and hungry. Maybe she was lying, maybe she didn't really work here...

I was

of where she really worked

opened.

door

up, my senses alert. A woman walked out and I recognized her as Sydney. My jaw dropped open. Sydney was dressed in a well-tailored professional outfit, looking very smart and classy. So

to where I presumed was .e parking lot. Then I hurried to the building. I made a straight beeline for the receptionist in the

I managed a smile, "That lady that

Sydney works here, ma'am. How can I help

companies

works at Luxe Vogue. Do you need to see her? I could

need to see her so you don't have to get. or

hesitate to reach out if you need anything. You can

"Sure. Thank you."

made my way to the door. I had once asked Mark to acquire the Luxe vogue as a birthday gift

emerged from the side Sydney had turned to. In the car, sat Sydney. It was

I stood, she turned her head toward my direction. and I quickly

car with a sneer as

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