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.

at me, running my hand along his arm. "Come on, I was just trying

sighed heavily. "I would not be frowning if you'd just tell me about his

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

began recounting everything I knew Tavon had been up

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

out the details meticulously. "He's just basically

skipped a beat as his eyes sharpened and his whole demeanor tensed,m. Clearly that "however" had piqued his interest

time out every day to meet with Axel," I finally

Axel, who

my brain. Then I said slowly, "I remember that there's another middle-aged

mirrored his movement, playing up an air of

I trailed off, furrowing my brow further and biting my lower lip in an exaggerated pantomime of struggling to remember. "I

time he comes, Tavon meets with him in the conference room

a

cannot recognize any of

my head sadly and played up my

I've tried but

at me, clearly displeased by this lack

of this activity and strange meetings aren't

I wrapped my arms around myself