Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

Chapter 0237

"Ugh, fine," Mark groaned, feigning exasperation. "But you owe me big time. Like a lifetime supply of free babysitting from Damon."

Sydney snorted. "As if that kid would listen to anyone but me."

"Fair point, Mark conceded. "Are you coming over so we could...."

"Nope. I have like a million other errands to run. We'll keep talking over the phone," Sydney replied.

"Does the makeup artist want to be picked up from Canbury Lane or should I have her meet the helicopter somewhere else?"

*Just keep communicating with her on the phone," Sydney instructed. "I'll connect you two, and you can coordinate the details.

"You got it, boss lady," Mark said.

Sydney smiled, "Thanks, you're a lifesaver!"

"Isn't that what I'm for?" Mark quipped, and Sydney could practically hear the wink in his voice.

Sydney rolled her eyes again and disconnected the call."

Mark smiled to himself as he hung up the phone, Sydney's voice still ringing in his ears. He twirled the phone lazily in his hand with a mischievous glint in his eye. With a few clicks of a button on his desk, his assistant poked his head into the office.

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