Divorce me I'm done serving you (Ayla) novel Chapter 838

Bria had originally been trying to win over Ayla, which naturally meant winning over the people in Ayla's circle, and as it turned out, she and Halle hit it off and became close friends.

Halle had this alluring feminine energy about her. She wasn't shy about leaning into her femininity and took genuine pride in being a woman.

Bria leaned a different way depending on her mood. Most of the time, she preferred a style that was more gender-neutral and a little edgy.

Halle also had a sharp, boss-lady personality. She was loyal—the kind who'd go to bat for a friend in a heartbeat. Her humor and warmth made her instantly likable, and she carried that nurturing energy of being able to handle anything thrown her way. Younger guys absolutely fell for that type.

Halle had all the femme fatale presence with extra warmth, but it was the kind of warmth that came with a sharp edge too. She was just genuinely great.

It said a lot about Ayla and Kaleb's characters. Their friend circle wasn't huge, but the friendships they had were lifelong, built on rock-solid trust.

That kind of friendship was something Bria hadn't really experienced before getting close to Ayla.

Bria felt it deeply now. Having someone in your life who wouldn't walk away no matter what was honestly heartwarming. It was like her with Shirley. She'd always thought Shirley was just a pet she could summon and dismiss as she pleased, but really, she was the one who couldn't do without Shirley.

Bria had a great time at the gathering, and just as everyone was about to leave, Draven's friend—James—came rushing in.

Bria didn't dare to goof around with Draven and didn't know much about the friends in her brother's circle, but she had been trained since childhood that you had to know the players in your network so you didn't slip up at formal events. So she did know a thing or two about James.

James was Max's first cousin on his mother's side. Their moms were sisters. James had grown up in Zheron. He was easygoing and laid-back, with the kind of looks and presence that screamed 'wealthy boy' without him even trying.

He was the polar opposite of Andrew, who was that try-hard wealthy boy nobody really liked. James had a kind of mature charm and a vibe that fit perfectly with the glittery, money-drenched social scene. He was practically born to thrive in it, like an heir-apparent built for high society.

James wasn't the clean-cut type. His look was all about being bold and striking. He didn't have Draven's untouchable, ice-cold aristocrat vibe. James was a bit more approachable, but that didn't mean he was easy to mess with either—he had too much style for that. Every move he made looked like it belonged in a photo shoot. He had a flashy, larger-than-life energy. James was the kind of guy who appealed to everyone, no matter their age or gender. He just oozed charisma.

Bria knew James loved a good crowd. Age and seniority had nothing to do with it—Bria and James could've absolutely been a riot together.

The catch with James was that he looked like trouble from a mile away. From his face to his height to his vibe to literally every strand of hair, James was the textbook definition of a player. He had that flirty, playboy look, and his smile was downright hypnotic, the smug kind that screamed bad news.

He was currently single, but Bria had no clue what he was actually like in private.

Bria was still young and naturally curious about everything. She'd thought about asking Ayla but was worried Ayla might mention it to Draven, so she went to Halle instead.

"Hey, do you know James well?" Bria asked. "What's he like in private?"

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