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.

tiny, contrite voice, "Sorry." I pouted when he wouldn't stop glaring at me, running my hand along his arm.

heavily. "I would not be frowning if you'd just tell me about his movements. That's the only thing that I can hear about and will

him the information he was hungry for. Painting him

recounting everything I knew Tavon had been up

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

also rarely gone out," I continued, laying 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

takes time out every day to

alert. "Apart from Axel, who else has

my brow as if racking my brain. Then I said slowly, "I remember

and I mirrored his movement, playing up an

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 out

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

eyebrows drew down in a severe angle of

you cannot recognize any of

sadly and played up

tried but they're too

his eyes further at me, clearly

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

shoulders droop as I