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.

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

just tell me about his

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

recounting everything I knew

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

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

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

out every day to

from Axel, who else

brow as if racking my brain. Then I said slowly, "I remember that there's another middle-aged man. I can tell he is about the same age group

in closer and I mirrored his movement,

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 what they call him...ah, the military adviser!" I blurted

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

drew down in a severe angle of anger

you cannot recognize any of

sadly and played

not. I've tried but they're

eyes further at me, clearly displeased by

of this activity and strange meetings aren't important enough to report

shoulders droop as I wrapped