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.

me, running my hand along his arm. "Come on, I was just trying

frowning if you'd just tell me about his movements. That's the only thing that

give him the information he was hungry for. Painting him a picture of Tavon's daily life

everything I knew Tavon had

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

meticulously. "He's just basically been frolicking around with Jessica in the

his eyes sharpened and his whole demeanor tensed,m. Clearly

time out every day

from Axel,

my brain. Then I said slowly, "I remember that there's another middle-aged

movement, playing up an

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

they call him the military adviser. Each time he comes, Tavon meets with him in the

down in a severe

cannot recognize any

my head sadly and played up my

I've tried but

me, clearly

activity and strange meetings aren't important enough to report

and let my shoulders droop as I wrapped my arms around myself