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 to make you laugh. You've

be frowning if you'd just tell me about his movements. That's the only thing that I can hear about and

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

everything I knew

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

has also rarely gone out," I continued, laying out the details meticulously. "He's just basically been frolicking around with Jessica in the mansion without any shame

whole demeanor tensed,m. Clearly that "however" had

every day to meet

from Axel, who else

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

his movement,

him..." I trailed off, furrowing my brow further and biting my lower lip in an exaggerated pantomime of struggling to

the military adviser. Each time he comes, Tavon meets with him in the conference room for several hours every day, often with Axel and some other

down in a severe angle of anger and intense

cannot recognize any

shook my head sadly and played

not. I've tried but

me, clearly displeased by this lack of

activity and strange meetings aren't important enough to report

let my shoulders droop as I wrapped my arms around