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.

glaring at me, running my hand along his arm. "Come on, I was just trying to make you laugh. You've been frowning since you

his movements. That's the only thing that I can hear about

the information he was hungry for. Painting him a

everything I knew Tavon had been up

our conversation while Bella was working

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

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

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

"Apart from Axel, who

pretended to furrow my brow as if racking my brain. Then I said slowly, "I remember that

in closer and I mirrored his movement, playing up

exaggerated pantomime of struggling to remember. "I can't really recall what they call him...ah, the military adviser!" I blurted out with

military adviser. Each time he comes, Tavon meets with him in the conference room

down in a severe angle of

recognize any of these other

my head sadly and played up

I've tried but

narrowed his eyes further at me, clearly displeased by this lack of

think all of this activity and strange meetings aren't important enough

my shoulders droop as I wrapped