Divorce me I'm done serving you (Ayla) novel Chapter 252

James really did have a lot of friends. At least 20 people showed up. Since it wasn't a formal event, everyone gathered in small groups, chatting casually.

Of course, Draven drew attention wherever he went. A lot of people were sneaking glances at him, but his presence was intimidating, and no one dared walk up.

"Ayla." Max's voice sounded beside her.

Ayla turned and saw his smile. He walked over and stopped next to her, blocking Draven behind him. "You're the one I'm most familiar with here."

Ayla nodded. "That's true."

Only then did she notice the man who'd been fully covered up earlier. Turns out he was a top-tier celebrity from the entertainment world, famous for several hit historical dramas and modern shows.

"How's your week been?"

Ayla pulled her gaze back. "Pretty good."

"Judging by how you look, I'd say so too." Max asked casually, "Busy with work lately?"

Ayla didn't really have much to talk about with Max, so she just went along with it. "Yeah. Work's been kind of busy."

Max could tell she didn't want to chat much, but he didn't let the conversation drop. "Planning to keep at it long-term?"

"Taking it one step at a time." Ayla gave a perfunctory answer. Once conversations like this got started, they tended to go deep, and there was no need for that.

Max glanced around casually, then asked, "So when are you heading out?"

That actually caught Ayla off guard. She thought for two seconds and was about to answer when Draven's voice came from behind her. "Ayla."

Ayla turned straight around and walked over to Draven.

Draven lowered his head and looked at her. "Can you get me a glass of water?"

Draven was dressed casually today, with a hint of formality. He still looked refined. At work, whenever he needed something, Ayla always cooperated and paid attention to details. Hearing him say "can you" all of a sudden felt strange.

"Mr. Storm, if you need something, you can just tell me directly."

"This isn't a work setting. I don't have a reason to order you around," Draven said.

Ayla immediately understood and asked curiously, "So I can say no?"

Draven looked a little surprised. "Of course." He glanced at her. "Are you saying no?"

Ayla was just joking. Getting a glass of water was nothing. She didn't say anything and went straight to the nicely arranged drink station. She poured two glasses of lemonade, one in each hand, walked back, and handed one to Draven.

Draven took it, had a sip, then said, "I'm going to have some alcohol. You don't drink. Drive us back later."

James wished they'd get together, but even he was genuinely unsure now. "If I had solid news, do you think I wouldn't tell you?"

"So there's nothing?" The friend wasn't giving up. "I spent tens of thousands on your housewarming gift. Don't do me dirty."

James didn't fall for it. "When you get married, I'll pay you back. If you're really curious, go ask him yourself."

The friend looked toward Draven and Ayla. Draven's presence alone scared off anyone without courage. And Ayla was the definition of a cool goddess. There was an aloof, superior aura about her. Standing next to her, most men would feel inferior.

"Forget it. I give up."

Max picked up a glass of red wine and drained it in one go.

"Got heartbroken already?" Derek's annoying voice came from the side. "Serves you right."

Max tilted his head. His flirtatious eyes narrowed, icy cold.

Derek smoothed his hair. "Her name's Ayla, right? She doesn't see you. As for Mr. Storm, I can guarantee it. There's an 80% chance he's into her. As a rival, you've got zero chance."

Max curled his lips. When he smiled, all the gloom on his face vanished. "Who said I like women?"

Derek froze.