My Evil Husband
Trapping Yourself In The Labyrinth

Out of the shopping mall, Esme and Emilia called a taxi to return to the villa.

Curiously, Emilia glanced at Esme by her side. “Nona, if Big Master really stops your allowance, what do you do?”

There was a sense of worry flashed in Emilia's eye gleam. Esme responded with a smile. “Of course resume life.”

“How can we live without money?” Emilia's eyebrows were tightly closed.

Esme also could not answer this question.

“Nona, do you really love Young Master Hall so much?” In intent after Esme's current recovery. After what he saw, he was unable to deduce anything now. It was as if he did not know his Miss anymore.

“What do you think of Emilia? I think you can understand me well.”

“Sure I know, Miss. You are very, very, loving Young Master Hall. But ... she doesn't love you.”

Esme just smiled. He understood those words better than Emilia herself. Such reminders are not necessary.

“Nona, since Young Master Hall does not love you, then do not trap yourself inside the labyrinth.”

Once again Esme was silent even though she understood all this.

“Young Master Hall doesn't love you, and he's willing to give you so much money. Why don't you just accept it?”

“Emilia, are you afraid of starving to death if you come with me?” Esme looked at him seriously.

“No!” Emilia shook her head strongly. “I can always find a job. I'm just worried about you.”

“Do not worry, I have a sense of proportionality.” Esme smiled sweetly.

Arrive at the villa.

Jason Hall was sitting in the living room with one foot long crossed. It was a lazy attitude but still elegant.

Jason was sitting seriously, observing Layla's latest design sketch.

In this year's competition, Jason placed Layla's affairs in the highest priority. Each sketch of the design was viewed with great care and care.

Realizing someone was entering, Jason glanced at Esme who was walking from the direction of the door in a purple dress this morning. It was the same dress, but seeing it again was still very admirable.

It was as if the current him looked different from how he was in the morning. Yes, even though he himself did not know what the difference was.

Esme replaced her shoes with house slippers, then gave Jason a quick glance before going to the second floor ignoring the man.

Coincidentally, his eyes looked at the design sketch in Jason's hands, then his movements slowed down and gradually stopped at Jason's side. His eyes were fixed on the design sketch in Jason's hands.

The style on the design sketch was similar to the style of dress of his day.

But, it was much less refined, elegant and flowing.

Esme took a quick look at two more sketches. Both styles also carry retro styles. Not much different from the dress she saw at the shop.

Esme's full attention to the sketch did not go unnoticed by Jason. His lips curved into a corner with a mocking smile and waited.

He wanted to see until when Esme would maintain this calmness.

According to his old temperament, when he saw Layla's sketch design, harsh and sarcastic words would naturally flow out of his mouth. The exaggerated and unwarranted statement undermined Layla's design as the ugliest design she had ever seen.

Even Esme, who had once reached her frustration, recited the design sketch and tore it into pieces.

Jason Hall made a belief in himself if this time what he saw would not keep him calm.

As usual, he turned to look at Jason with a smile. “This design Layla?”

“Didn't you ask something obvious?”

“I remember all previous entries were modern design styles. How does this design follow retro style?”

“After winning the first place, it will be distributed to the European and American markets. Slowly it became a popular trend. If one of these designs wins the top spot, the reputation of the designer will naturally spread throughout the world.”

Jason had a faint smile as he looked at Esme. He lightly said, “At that time, the name Layla Andreas will be heard all over the world. She will be the Queen of her center people feel envious and the most sought after icon.”

Esme smiled casually as she looked straight at Jason. Don't tell me he doesn't know what the ulterior motive of Jason's words is.

Bragging about Layla in front of him was not the first time for the man.

“Based on this creation, he wants to win first place?” Esme glanced at the paper again.

Although her voice was low, in the large living room with only the two of them plus Emilia who stood up without making a sound, Esme's voice sounded sharp and clear.

Without a doubt, Jason could grasp the meaning of the sentence.

He knew Esme would not be able to hold the charade any longer.

Isn't this really happening? Now, he had finally returned to his normal self.

“This creation? Can you design better?” The insults were evident in Esme's ears.

“I'm not a designer.”

“If you are not a designer, what right do you comment on and punish this creation?”

“Because of this design ... very ugly.”

“Is that?” Jason rolled his eyes. Both of his hands were on top of the sofa handle like a Big Master. “Say, how is this creation ugly?”

“Can't explain, but this is really ugly.”

“Esme, it's not you who's just jealous, but you don't know anything at all.”

Esme shrugged her shoulders. “I don't feel that way.”

After some time, Esme added, “Jason Hall, I can remove ten percent of Hall Industry shares but instead I want to work there.”

“Keep having wild dreams like that.”

Hearing Esme's desire, Jason's eyes became sharp and cold. The cold atmosphere was radiating from his entire body.

The temperature of the room dropped suddenly.

Rather than letting Esme work at her company, she might be able to consider ten percent of that stock.

“I want to join design department.” Esme ignored the sharp gaze of the man and continued to speak calmly.

Actually Esme just wants to work and prove to everyone that she is not an incompetent person.

However, Jason had many different thoughts about his motives. In his head, Esme was just an absurd figure.

“Esme Andreas, don't think of Hall Industry as a trash can.”

The meaning of the sentence showed that Esme was nothing more than trash!

This time Esme looked at him coldly. “Are you sure you didn't let me work in Hall Industry?”

“Try guess.”

“What if I can help Layla to win first place?”

Jason instead mocked him, “Depend on your simple and retarded brain?”

“Jason Hall, does mocking me make you feel happy?”

“You asked for.”

“Well, you didn't let me work in Hall Industry and refused to give me ten percent of the shares. Then you just have to divorce me on the table.” Finished saying this, Esme turned around and went up the stairs.

Jason's dark eyes stared intently at his back. Firm, elegant with the aura of a noble lady.

Moreover, he also felt the design of Layla was less than satisfactory. But he couldn't pinpoint exactly where his weakness lay.

After being criticized with the word ‘jelek’ by Esme, the impression he has of this design is increasingly declining.

Fucking woman! The only thing that the woman possessed only dampened her mood.

Are they ugly just because he said so? Suddenly this thought passed.

****! He wouldn't have been affected by that damn woman's words earlier.

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