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.

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

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

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

recounting everything I knew Tavon had been

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

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

beat as his eyes sharpened and his whole demeanor tensed,m. Clearly that "however" had piqued his interest in a

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

"Apart from Axel,

remember that there's another middle-aged man. I can tell he is about the same age group as

his movement, playing up an air of conspiratorial

lip in an exaggerated pantomime of struggling to remember. "I

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

in a severe angle of anger and intense

recognize any of these

head sadly

tried but they're too

further at me, clearly displeased

strange meetings aren't

heavily and let my shoulders droop as I wrapped my