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.

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

his movements.

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

recounting everything I knew Tavon had been

brought 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 from

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

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

time out every day to meet with Axel," I

immediately became alert. "Apart from Axel, who else has

Then I said slowly, "I remember that there's another middle-aged man. I can tell he is about the same

leaned in closer and I mirrored his movement, playing up an

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 out with fake

Tavon meets with him in the

a severe angle of anger

recognize any of these

my head sadly and played

tried but they're

his eyes further at me, clearly displeased by

all of this activity and strange meetings

sighed heavily and let my shoulders droop as I wrapped my arms around