Billionaire, Let's Divorce (Mark and Sydney)

Chapter 0230

Sydney's POV

Scarlet wouldn't tell me more about how our plan would procede even though Tavon had decided to spare Dylan. I didn't know if Bella knew about this new update. I'd have asked her but she was not I sight as she was busy comforting her man. Without wasting much time, I got ready and rushed outside the mansion. In truth, I had no idea how I'd get to Dylan's place. I had no means of communication or means of transport. I stood before the entrance and thought of what to do.. Fortunately, one of Tavon's men walked up to me. He gestured toward a sleek car with a practiced smile. "The godfather has asked me to take you to Mr Lucas' mansion."

Oh. Goody! "Alright," I returned his tasteless smile with a bright one. Thank you," I told him and he led me to the car.

He drove me to Dylan's house. It took a few minutes before the gate was opened and the car was allowed to drive in.

There were several of Dylan's men hanging around the compound, an unusual occurrence because they always seem to be out of sight. But today, I could see them through the car's tinted mirror. Some of them deliberately stood guard while some of them idled around, gisting and laughing. I almost palmed my forehead because it was freaking obvious that their idle chat and laughter was forced.

Dylan knew Tavon would find out and he was ready for whatever action he decided to take.

it was obvious

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At the entrance, Dylan stood with his feet apart and hands dug into his pocket, a bland expression on his face. Two hefty men stood

The driver who had also been taking in his surrounding turned to me. This time, he didn't wear his smile. "I was only asked to drop you. and return." His gaze quickly flicked to the car door by my side, "I'd like to leave now."

"Oh! Ofcourse." I was already opening the door as I said, "Thank you. Tell godfather I'm grateful and I'd be back soon.

He nodded curtly and watched me step down from the car.

The moment I was a feet away from the car, he reversed the car and drove out of the compound.

I made my way to the entranceway. As I got closer, I noticed the flicker of surprise in Dylan's eyes as he watched the car drive away.

"Hello?" I stopped before him.

He turned his gaze to me and said with a straight face, "I was expecting your dead body."

I didn't even need to fake my gasp. "What the hell, Dylan!"

He shrugged and proceeded inside the mansion. His men stepped aside and let me follow him then I heard their footsteps directly behind me.

"Why are you here? Or rather, why has Tavon sent you back?" He finally asked as he ascended the stairs and headed for a room. Have you been sent here to murder me in my sleep?"

I scoffed and thought, "I wished that was what I was here fo

pand the door to the room and nodded to his men. Then he stepped in and he allowed me to come in after him.

He trule me, that's all I could think And that was all I needed.

Mequipped after he had sat in his chair and stretched his long lege on the desk before him. The room looked like a study; a shelf filled with books occupied one part of the four walls of the room. There was a swivel chair the one he was currently seated on, a desk filled with files and a cushion chair just on the wall opposite

the shell

"Tavon has sent for you," I told him with a smile. "He invited you for

dinner."

"I've done as you said.. he started, hesitating.

"And you've done well," I said slowly, taking steps toward him.

He sighed and let down his guard. "Don't you think this is a ploy for me to walk into a trap?"

I stopped by his side. He let me hug his head to my bosom and I caressed the side of his face.

"You have nothing to worry about. If Tavon wanted to kill you, he'd have mobilized all the family members in the city to hunt you down and stop at nothing until you've dropped dead but he didn't. Besides, he said so himself. He said you need not worry that he wouldn't kill you* While I was speaking. I noticed that he had curled his hands around my waist and my lips curled into a sick smile.

"I'm worried," he said so quietly that I barely heard him. He sounded different, very different from the tough guy that waited at the

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entranceway with his men.

"It's expected. I'm worried too but I think our guess was right. I mean, Axel has been dead for hours, right? And you're still unharmed so our guess was right, you're the only heir Tavon has left. He can't kill you."

He said nothing. Just held onto me and listened.

I dug my fingers into his hair and massaged his scalp.

"I have an idea," I started, "How about we bring a bottle of his favorite wine as we go to him? That way, everyone can tacitly consider Axel's death as an accident, very unrelated to you."

He was silent for a while then I felt him nod. "Okay, I'll listen to you.'

We both arrived at Tavon's mansion.

I waited aside as Dylan got searched, just as he had predicted. I looked into the whiskey bouquet we had prepared for Tavon, my eyes immediately zeroing in on the gun there.