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.

folded 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 make you laugh. You've been frowning since you

you'd just tell me about his movements. That's the only thing that I

as well, realizing I needed to get down to business and give him the information he was hungry for.

recounting everything I knew Tavon had been up

our conversation while Bella was working on...keeping Tavon in his room."

out," I continued, laying out the details meticulously. "He's just basically been frolicking around with Jessica

and his whole demeanor tensed,m. Clearly that "however" had piqued his interest in

every day to meet with

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

to furrow my brow as if racking my brain. Then I said slowly, "I remember that there's another middle-aged

I mirrored his movement, playing up an air

here, the staff call him..." I trailed off, furrowing my brow further and biting my lower lip in an exaggerated pantomime of struggling to remember. "I can't really recall

Tavon meets with him in the conference room for several hours every day, often with Axel and some other

eyebrows drew down in a severe

cannot recognize any of these other

shook my head sadly and played up

tried but they're too

narrowed his eyes further at me, clearly displeased by this

this activity and strange meetings aren't important

shoulders droop as I wrapped my arms around myself in