Divorce me I'm done serving you (Ayla) novel Chapter 316

Chapter 316 Punching Cotton

Chapter 316 Punching Cotton

Ayla frowned and snapped her laptop shut.

She didn’t like being watched like that. It was rude.

“I can’t even understand it. Why are you acting so secretive?” Melody said.

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Two backhanded comments in a row made the hostility obvious. Ayla felt it immediately and chose not to respond.

Seeing her stay silent, Melody let out a small laugh. She toyed with her coffee cup and stared at Ayla’s calm eyes, clearly annoyed. “Why are you so guarded around me? You’re really stingy, you know that? You’re hard to talk to. People should be more open.”

After that string of groundless accusations, and without waiting for Ayla to say anything, Melody lifted her chin and said, “I’m here to pick up Mr. Storm. What are you doing here?”

Ayla paused slightly. She hadn’t contacted Draven, so she didn’t know someone else was already coming to get him.

But since there were only a few minutes left anyway, she didn’t feel the need to leave.

“You’re not here just to work, are you?” Melody mocked her openly. “Top student, huh? So diligent. You don’t even take weekends off. You must’ve been first in your class every single time, right?”

Ayla lifted her gaze and looked Melody over.

She had, in fact, always ranked first academically.

But going along with Melody’s bait would only put her at a disadvantage. Besides, she and Draven were pretending to be together precisely so she could borrow his influence to clear away this kind of trouble.

Melody was Herman’s sister and had real status, but personality-wise, she didn’t compare to someone like Bria, an unapologetic heiress who feared no one. Part of that probably had to do with Melody looking slightly older.

So after patiently listening to Melody’s string of passive-aggressive remarks, Ayla finally smiled faintly and said, “So you’re Mr. Howell’s sister. He’s mentioned you before, actually. He said you’re not very good at reading the room, that you tend to offend people with what you say, and that you act before thinking things through. I thought he was joking, but now that I’ve met you, it turns out his assessment was pretty accurate. Guess big brothers really do know their sisters well.”

Melody’s expression changed instantly,

She never would have imagined Ayla saying something like that. Her casually slouched posture stiffened on the spot.

“But don’t get me wrong, I think that kind of personality is actually quite cute. A little childish. You’ve probably never had to suffer much growing up, people at home spoiled you and loved you. That’s not a bad thing,” Ayla continued.

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Chapter 316 Punching Cotton

Melody’s mind went blank.

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Ayla had slapped her and then immediately handed her a piece of candy. If Melody lost her temper now, it would somehow look like she was the one in the wrong.

“If you don’t need anything else, you can go sit over there. I still have work to do,” Ayla said, pointing to the nearby seating area, clearly dismissing her.

She was being sent away? Melody couldn’t believe it. Ayla was just a secretary, shouldn’t she be trying to curry favor with the vice president’s younger sister?

Melody took a deep breath, teeth clenched. “Say that again.”

Ayla replied calmly, almost considerately, “You said it yourself that you can’t understand what I’m working on. Since we don’t really have anything to talk about, I thought it’d be thoughtful to let you go pass the time elsewhere.”

After saying that, Ayla smiled, perfectly composed, completely unfazed by Melody’s provocation.

Melody, on the other hand, was so angry her face turned pale.

She wasn’t good at arguing. Most of the time, no one dared to argue with her or talk back at all. Usually, a few cutting remarks from her were enough to make people’s faces drain of color, drowning in embarrassment.

Ayla didn’t care at all. If anything, she had just gone out of her way to call Melody stupid.

Melody couldn’t tell whether it was humiliation or shame, but her face went deathly pale, then flushed red with anger.

At that point, Ayla clearly wasn’t going to keep working. She leaned back against the couch, one arm resting on the table, calmly studying Melody.

Ayla had attended plenty of high-level social events with Draven before. She’d seen all kinds of situations and never felt intimidated, even around powerful officials. Because of that, her gaze was steady and grounded, almost intimidating.

Whenever Herman got angry, Melody had seen that same look in his eyes.

Now a secretary was daring to look at her like that?

Melody’s expression shifted several times. She tightened her grip on her coffee cup, fury flashing in her eyes. “Aren’t you afraid I’ll complain to Draven and have you fired?”

“Not really,” Ayla replied simply.

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