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

heavily. "I would not be frowning if you'd just tell me about his movements. That's the

for. Painting him a picture of Tavon's daily life and routines

I knew Tavon had

him to the garden terrace. Scarlet was busy making sure that no 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 exactly "keeping him in his room" might have meant

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

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

bit my lip, "He takes time out every day to

Axel, who else has he been

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

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

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

they call him the military adviser. Each time he comes, Tavon meets with him in the conference room for several hours every day, often

faces?" Dylan's eyebrows drew down in a severe angle of

cannot recognize any of

my head sadly and

tried but they're

further at me, clearly

of this activity and strange meetings

and let my shoulders droop as I wrapped my arms