Divorce me I'm done serving you (Ayla) novel Chapter 34

**TITLE: Unwritten Feelings Drift by Austen**

**Chapter 34: How Handsome Is He?**

Bria had a fiery spirit that simply could not endure even the slightest hint of disrespect. It was astounding to think about the sheer number of people she had managed to offend over the years; the tally was easily in the hundreds, perhaps even more.

Yet, with her elevated status, even those who simmered with rage at her antics dared not confront her directly. The whispers behind her back were relentless, a constant stream of curses and ill wishes, each one wishing she would simply vanish from the earth.

But Bria remained unfazed. To cast even a fleeting glance in their direction would feel like a betrayal of her own dignity, a way of lowering herself to their level.

However, this stubborn pride had transformed into a dilemma. She found herself grappling with the question of who her true enemy might be.

The contents of her phone were a ticking time bomb, brimming with explosive material that was bound to leak out sooner or later. She was currently at a disadvantage, but she was determined—if even the faintest hint surfaced, she would track it back to its source.

With a steely resolve, she vowed that once she uncovered the identity of the person orchestrating this chaos, they would face the consequences.

Despite being dealt a harsh blow this time, Bria was not one to crumble under pressure. She downed a full glass of alcohol in one go, then turned her icy gaze towards Renee. “Your judgment is utterly appalling. How could you even entertain the notion that Ayla is a hacker? Does she exude even a hint of ‘hacker’ vibes? Your guess is a strong contender for my joke of the year.”

Renee stiffened, feeling the weight of Bria’s piercing stare. They shared a close bond, but there were certain lines that should never be crossed.

It was perfectly reasonable to respect each other’s boundaries.

“My apologies. I’ll make it up to myself with three shots,” Renee replied, her voice a touch shaky.

With that, she downed three shots in quick succession, and Bria joined her for one, the alcohol warming her from within.

Even though she had been the target of a scheme that evening, Ayla had already seen the incriminating video.

Her intention had merely been to send Bria a warning, and with that accomplished, she found herself in a surprisingly good mood.

On the flip side, Ayla had no interest in the private matters captured on Bria’s phone. She didn’t even bother to look; she simply wiped everything clean and returned to her work, unbothered.

Meanwhile, just next door…

Draven had just returned home after a long day.

Having recently moved in, his new place was still a chaotic jumble of boxes and unpacked items.

Will, ever the proactive friend, had arranged for a professional organizing team to come in and set things up swiftly, ensuring everything was arranged just the way Draven preferred.

“Sir, do you wish to keep this trench coat?” one of the staff members asked, holding up a luxurious piece that looked practically brand new—no stains, no signs of wear. The apartment bore no marks of habitation, not even a scrap of trash, leading the team to believe it had merely been misplaced.

Draven studied the coat for a moment, his mind racing to recall the circumstances that led it to be discarded.

It had only been worn briefly by a woman, and it certainly didn’t deserve to be thrown away.

“Send it for dry-cleaning,” he instructed, his gaze shifting away as he moved into the study, his thoughts drifting elsewhere.

The next morning arrived, bright and early on Tuesday.

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