Billionaire, Let's Divorce!

Chapter 0208

SYDNEY'S POV

Just approximately an hour after, Dylan dressed me up. Dylan was informed that the car was ready. He changed into a suit that, infuriatingly, made him look more like Lucas.

I didn't miss the jealousy that flitted in the eyes of the other women when Tavon rudely ordered them to behave themselves and remain in their rooms and left with me. I guess they would have loved to be the package that was about to be delivered. And I couldn't help but wonder if he had ever offered any of those women to his uncle too.

We got in the car and the driver drove us to where I would be meeting Uncle Tavon.

After several minutes of a stifling ride with Dylan, we reached our destination and I could breathe again.

The driver finally pulled up before another huge mansion but this one was no doubt fancler and grander than the one Dylan's women resided in. I slowly nodded to myself. I could see why he was desperate to be on the man's good side. His eyes were glued to the ultimate price.

"Behave," Dylan moved closer and whispered the warning in my ear then he strutted ahead, leaving me to scramble after him like a puppy.

I rolled my eyes as I walked behind him.

The staff of the house all had a straight face on. They opened the door for us. Inside, the butler was waiting for us with an array of maids. They took our coats and directed us to the living room.

I wondered if Dylan got this sort of treatment all the time.

Minutes later, a tall gray-haired man slowly and carefully walked down the stairs. His height might have made any bystander perceive him as an agile man but his careful steps and slightly bent back gave him off. He had this mischievous glint in his eyes that threw me off more than I already was.

"Dylan," Uncle Tavon smiled and walked toward Dylan with open arms. Dylan was already on his feet and his long strides quickly closed the space that was taking Tavon eons to cover.

I rose to my feet too and the moment the old man's eyes riveted on me as he hugged Dylan, it was glued

to me.

His hands held my palm longer when we shook hands. Then the butler announced that dinner was ready. As Tavon urged us to go take dinner, his eyes were still on me, going back and forth between me and Lucas as if to denote if I was exclusively Lucas' woman.

At the elaborate dinner, Dylan finally announced.

*Uncle, this is a gift for you, Dylan said to Tavon with a huge grin, then he turned to me and nodded slightly, "Sydney..."

Ah...the package. The only thing that would differentiate me from an actual gift was wrapping paper. I wondered why he didn't get that along with the dress.NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

I left my food and rose to my feet in my full glory, clad in the ridiculous dress that Dylan got for me,

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specially for this occasion. I shifted my chair back and walked around the table to Tavon's side where he was seated at the head of the table.

Apparently, I was walking too slow because when I passed by Dylan's side, I felt the warmth of his hands on my back as he pushed me toward the man. If I hadn't held myself back, I would have barreled into the old man.

"I hope you like her," Dylan said.

As I stood before him, Tavon's eyes twinkled delightfully, glad that he could finally stare wantonly at me without upsetting Lucas. With a crooked smirk that made his face more squeezed than it was, he lifted my chin with his frail-looking hands and a chill ran down my spine at the lewd expression I caught in his eyes. His obscene gaze thoroughly wandered over my body and it wasn't hard to see that he was already having some disgusting ideas in his eyes.

I wished I could pour his untouched food on his head and go ahead to whack the plate on his head afterward.

Just as his eyes had been glued to my body, assessing me, undressing me with his lecherous stare...he had been too busy doing all those things that he didn't touch much on his plate. The untouched food sat there, growing cold, as Tavon seemed to devour me with his eyes instead of focusing on his meal. Every bite he took was a calculated, slow motion, his eyes never leaving my body as he chewed methodically. It was as if he was savoring the view before him more than the food itself.