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.

I pouted when he wouldn't stop glaring at me, running my hand along his

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

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

knew Tavon had

on our conversation while

meticulously. "He's just basically been frolicking around with Jessica

heart skipped a beat as his eyes sharpened and his whole demeanor tensed,m. Clearly that

lip, "He takes time out every day to meet with Axel," I

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

said slowly, "I remember that there's another middle-aged man. I can tell he is about

mirrored his movement, playing up an

and biting my lower lip in an exaggerated pantomime of struggling to remember. "I can't

with him in the conference room for several hours every day, often with Axel and

down in a severe angle

you cannot recognize any

my head sadly and

I've tried but they're

me, clearly displeased by

you think all of this activity and strange meetings aren't

I wrapped