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.

"Sorry." I pouted when he wouldn't stop glaring at me, running my hand along his arm. "Come on, I was just trying to

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

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

knew Tavon had been up

up unintentionally eavesdropping on our conversation while

continued, laying out the details meticulously. "He's just basically been frolicking around with Jessica in the mansion without any shame

demeanor

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

immediately became alert. "Apart from Axel, who

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

and I mirrored his movement, playing up an air of conspiratorial secrecy between

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

Each time he comes, Tavon meets with him in the conference room for several hours every day, often with Axel and some

Dylan's eyebrows drew down in a severe

cannot recognize any of

my head sadly and

not. I've tried but they're too

narrowed his eyes further at me, clearly displeased by this lack of

of this activity and strange meetings

I wrapped my arms around myself in