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 on, I was just trying

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

was hungry for. Painting him a picture of Tavon's daily life and routines was the only way to earn back his favor

knew Tavon had been

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."

out the details meticulously. "He's just basically been frolicking around with Jessica in the mansion without any shame or regard for

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

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

alert. "Apart from Axel,

I said slowly, "I remember that there's another

movement, playing up an air

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

meets with him in the conference room for several hours every day, often with Axel and some other unknown

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

any of

sadly

tried

me, clearly

strange

shoulders droop as I wrapped my arms around myself in

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