Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

Sydney's POV

"So," he raised his brows, "How're things so far?"

I shrugged and took my time to respond. "Nothing much."

He suddenly wiped off his smile with a frown,, "What do you mean nothing much? Come on, give me an appropriate report on what things he has been up to since the last time we spoke. Who did he meet with? What did he eat?..."

He went on and on, listing and counting down things he wanted to hear with his fingers.

"Something like that, you know that," then he squinted his eyes, "wait, why are you stalling?"

I shrugged again "I'm not stalling. There's just really nothing much to report." Part of me felt a bit of guilt for playing dumb, but I pushed it aside. This was too important - I couldn't risk blowing my cover over a minor deception.

"Even if he shits, Sydney, you have to tell me," he gritted out, his jaw tensing with impatience.

"Alright then, he did shit this week," I said lightly.

I couldn't resist a little joke to defuse the growing tension between us.

I held back my giggle at my own response but it quickly died down when I saw his narrowed eyes and thunderous expression. Ah, so he wasn't in a humorous mood today. I made a mental note not to push any further jokes.

my lips tightly and apologized in a tiny, contrite voice, "Sorry." I pouted when he wouldn't stop glaring at me, running my hand along his arm. "Come on, I was just trying to

me about his movements. That's the only thing that I can hear

him the information he was hungry for. Painting him a picture of Tavon's daily life and routines was the only way

recounting everything I knew Tavon had

making sure that no one could interrupt us and ended up unintentionally eavesdropping on our conversation while Bella was working on...keeping Tavon in his room." I cringed inwardly. I didn't want to dwell on what exactly "keeping him in his room" might have meant from poor

continued, laying out the details meticulously. "He's just basically been

his whole demeanor tensed,m.

takes time out every day to meet with

became alert. "Apart from Axel, who else has he

as if racking my brain. Then I said slowly, "I remember that

movement, playing up an air

an exaggerated pantomime of struggling to remember. "I can't really recall what they call him...ah,

comes, Tavon meets with him in the conference room for several hours every day, often with

a severe angle of

you cannot recognize any of these other

head sadly and played up my

not. I've tried but

eyes further at me, clearly displeased by this lack of key

and strange meetings aren't important enough

my shoulders droop as I wrapped my