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.

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 to make you laugh. You've been

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

information he was hungry for.

everything I knew Tavon had been up

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 dwell on what exactly

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

his whole demeanor tensed,m. Clearly

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

became alert. "Apart from Axel, who

if racking my brain. Then I said slowly, "I remember that there's another

closer and I mirrored his movement,

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

time he comes, Tavon meets with him in the conference room for several hours every day, often with Axel

Dylan's eyebrows drew down in a severe angle of anger and

recognize any of these other

shook my head sadly and played up

I've tried

eyes further at me, clearly displeased by this lack

of this activity and strange meetings aren't important enough to

as I wrapped my arms around myself in