Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

I told him my destination and we got going. The cabman pulled up at my destination. After I made a transfer to him, I watched him drive away.

As I stood there, my eyes took in the vast luxurious office building. Opposite it was the cafe where I had caught Sydney eavesdropping on my conversation with Isaac. Since she claimed that she worked here, then let's find out.

I walked close to the building, awed. Up close, the building was exquisite. The mirror walls that made up the top floor glinted in the sun. It reflected the sky and other buildings around it. I could not help but wonder how the interior would look, how the office seats would feel...

I shook my head and focused on the main reason why I was here. I didn't have much time to stand where I could easily be spotted by anyone and admire the place. After it became mine, I could do that. With that thought, my eyes scanned the area and I sighted a restaurant few feet from the building. They had chairs and tables stationed outside there under a umbrella. I rushed there and chose a secluded area. I ordered a drink I had read off the menu and transferred their payment to them. At least that will make them cut me some slack if I stay here for too long.

I expertly tucked myself in, away from anyone's scrutinizing gaze. I absentmindedly and slowly sipped the drink, on the building's door.

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I yawned as I slumped in the seat. It had been hours and the bitch had not even appeared. Even if her rank was slightly more than that of a cleaner... say a messenger, at least she would have to come down to run some errands, right?

I scrunched up my nose as I yawned and I quickly covered it with my palm. My breath stink. I was tired and bored and hungry. Maybe she was lying, maybe she didn't really work here...

My stomach grumbled and I was already contemplating giving up and making

adequate research to be sure of where she really worked when the making

opened.

door

I sat up, my senses alert. A woman walked out and I recognized her as Sydney. My jaw dropped open. Sydney was dressed in a well-tailored professional outfit, looking very smart and classy. So she really does work there and she wasn't a cleaner. I thought bitterly.

She walked around the building to where I presumed was .e parking lot. Then I hurried to the building. I made a straight beeline for the receptionist in the reception area.

"Hello," I managed a smile, "That lady that just left now, does she really work here?"

The woman smiled and nodded. "Miss Sydney works here, ma'am. How can I help you?"

"Umm...which of the companies does she work for?"

"She works at Luxe Vogue. Do you need to see her? I could ge-"

"No no," I quickly stopped her. "I don't need to see her so you don't have to get. or do anything." I smiled sweetly at her.

"Alright then," she chirped, her smile still intact. "Please, do not hesitate to reach out if you need anything. You can find our hotlines online."

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The Luxe vogue? What a coincidence? I thought as I made my way to the door. I had once asked Mark to acquire the Luxe vogue as a birthday gift for her, but for some reason, it fell through.

Just as I stepped out of the building, a car emerged from the side Sydney had turned to. In the car, sat Sydney. It was the same carl had been seeing her waltz around with.

Just as she drove past where I stood, she turned her head toward my direction. and I quickly turned my face away from her view.

I stared after the car with a sneer as she drove away. Then another ideal popped in.

I instantly hailed a taxi. I rushed in and told the driver, "ase, follow that car."

I followed her to a bar. As I waited in the taxi fir her to finish parking and go in, I noticed Mark's car parked on the side of the road!

So the bitch was here to meet Mark?! Now I was even more convinced that she was the cause of the unfortunate situation I was in. Her plan had worked so she had come to do what? To convince Mark to take her back? My gaze turned icy as I watched her get out of her car and walked into the bar.

Then an idea formed in my mind; I would get Mark to buy the Luxe Vogue for me as a breakup f*e. Then I would become her boss and make her life miserable as she did her job. That way, I would also get the power to eliminate every chance of the both of them getting back together.

If I can not be happy then no one else can!

I smirked and turned to the driver, "Let's go.

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