My Evil Husband
A Queen and a Garbage Wife

Returning to the room to the closet, he took out all the old clothes and neatly arranged the clothes he had just bought.

Esme sat on the bed. He could not figure out the reason why Layla's sketch continued to swim in her brain.

This annual theme for competition is retro?

Jason's words kept ringing in his ears.

“If one of these designs warming the first position, the reputation of the designer will naturally spread to the whole world.”

“At this point, the name Layla Andreas will be heard all over the world. She will be the Queen of the envy of everyone and the most sought-after icon.”

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

Esme smiled wryly as she recalled Jason's every utterance. Especially that last sentence.

In that man's heart, Layla is a Queen and she's just trash?

After everything that happened, he had the memories of the original body owner.

Being treated as trash by the person he loved for so many years, of course his heart was also uncomfortable.

Esme turned to the mirror in front of her, looked back at her own reflection and said to the owner of her real body.

“Because I took your body and memories, I will live better. I'll show the person you love that the person who loves him is not useless or trash!”

***

Andreas family villa.

Clara ran to Layla's room excitedly.

“Kak, is it true that Young Master Hall has finally divorced Esme?”

Layla is sketching a new design. Hearing him, he immediately put down his stationery and looked at Clara.

Both of Clara's eyes shone as she came beside Layla. He placed both elbows on the table with great hope and sadness.

“Layla, is that true? Are they divorced?”

Layla did not answer him directly, instead she noticed Clara's reddish face on her sister's cheek. “What happened to your face?”

At this moment hatred flashed in Clara's eyes. “Esme hit me.”

Clara was surprised. “Esme Andreas hit you?”

“That's right, Brother! Not only did he not die in an accident, but he became even more arrogant.”

Layla is speechless.

“I threatened that I would tell Dad to stop that pocket, but he didn't even blink. Saying that it is better if it is indeed stopped.”

“Has Jason already compensated him?”

“Therefore I ask you, whether Young Master Hall has divorced him or not.”

Layla's eyes were drowning in concentration. “I heard, he refused to give his signature.”

Clara laughed out loud. “He disagrees? That's not to say Young Master Hall has no way of his own to deal with it.”

“Esme has always been very proud and unyielding, but it was against outsiders. Is he not always afraid of us? How could he hit you?” Layla had a confused expression on her face.

“Today he went to a shopping mall in the middle of the city. He even visited the Young Master Hall's shop. Pointing at the clothes you designed, and criticizing this and that. I just said a few words to him, but he hit me.”

His eyes turned cold after recounting, and then added over his musings. “Esme this, actually he dared to hit me in front of a lot of people. When Dad comes back, I have to tell him to stop Esme's pocket money. Don't let him find a good job in this city.”

After hearing this, Layla thought, “Esme is Jason Hall's wife. He showed up at the company store and hit my sister. Media should have the best day with this.”

“Forget about his pocket money.” Layla continued, “When Jason knew he raised his hand, it only increased his dislike of his own wife.”

“Young Master Hall hates Esme is a different matter. However, I had to tell Dad to stop his allowance.”

“Don't tell me that you don't want to see him here every month like a beggar. Raised both his arms, asking for his only source of money.” The faint smile on Layla's face was filled with ridicule.

After hearing this, Clara fell silent for a while.

Seeing Clara speechless, Layla added again, “For us, what is the value of those thousands of dollars? But with those thousands of dollars, you can trample all her pride again, and again. It was money that was changed well.”

“But, he was different after that car accident ...”

He was not sure, whether Esme would come and ask for an allowance like usually only a few thousand dollars to hang on and swallow everything like he did in the past.

“What's the difference?” Layla sneered no matter what. “And you, he dared to hit you. Isn't the only difference she's becoming more arrogant and naive?”

“Sister, guess what clothes she was wearing today.”

“Which one?”

“Clothes purchased four years ago.”

“Esme this is really embarrassing. How did she wear clothes from four years ago?” He grinned with ridicule.

Layla's prediction really happened. The incident in which Esme attacked someone in a Hall Industry-owned store had struck the media like a storm.

The video only shows a few seconds of Esme and Clara's confrontation before Esme raises her hand and slaps Clara.

Rumor has it that Esme became more arrogant after a car accident. Gathering hatred from three hundred and sixty degrees around him. Everyone has sympathy for Jason Hall.

For someone with the value of perfection in all aspects, how could he possibly be willing to marry Esme Andreas?

Even if it was Old Grandfather Hall who had agreed to it, with Jason's abilities, he could refuse. But .. he didn't do it.

The implication is that Esme's reputation is nothing more than a gutter smell.

At this moment, Jason Hall was leaning lazily on the sofa. A cold light shone from his eyes as he read the article.

All the visitors interviewed by the whistleblower at the scene accused Esme of being stubborn and arrogant.

In spite of all that has been mentioned …..

Jason Hall frowned. Why couldn't he see the so-called arrogant and all the bad attitudes they mentioned there?

From start to finish, the clown she saw in the video was Clara Andreas.

When Clara cursed while pointing a finger in front of Esme's face, the expression on the woman's face only described one word―quiet.

Even the act of slapping someone else's cheek looks like a model's behavior.

Before, when Esme was about to hit someone else, she wouldn't have done that. Instead, he would directly attack his opponent and grab their hair.

“Young Master, Manager Liu has sent surveillance video.” At this point, Noe who had been standing guard outside walked up by picking up his phone.

Jason just nodded.

Noe put his phone on the table to make it easier for Jason to see the video he was playing.

On the screen, it showed Esme and Emilia as they entered her shop.

Jason's eyes were cold as he watched how Esme scolded Clara without the slightest hesitation. This woman, she had managed to strangle Clara with anger with just a few words.

Their feud that came from the video playback was clearly heard in his ears.

Judging from the sequence of events, Esme was innocent. He is not the one who started the argument.

It was Clara who was looking for trouble the moment she walked into the store. But, the woman's fingers pointed at Esme as the attacker.

“Who is he?” After the video ends, Jason's voice is heard.

Noe was confused, he did not know who Jason meant all of a sudden.

Noe hasn't opened his mouth yet, but Jason continues. “Other times, if I visit the store, I don't want to see his face there.”

Hearing this, Noe immediately understood.

He's a quick snuggle, “Ya, Young Master.”

Then, he quietly peeked into Jason's face. Since when did the Young Master worry about the matter of the Madam? Even now Jason has fired the sales counsel who has worked for him a long time.

Noe could only pick up his phone obediently. Not long after, the phone in Jason's pocket rang. It was a call from Layla Andreas.

Receiving the call, Jason's expression did not change at all.

“Say.”

“Director Hall, do you have loose time? I'll treat you to dinner.” There, Layla stood in front of the mirror, turning left and right before she was satisfied with her own look.

“No.” Jason rejected it clearly sanpai at the core.

The smile on Layla's face faded away instantly. But he won't just give up. “I made some changes to the sketch design. I'm thinking take them and show them to you.”

“Send the revised design to the encrypted mailbox. I'll see him tomorrow at the office.”

“Have you eaten?”

Jason disconnected. He didn't even bother to give an answer. Then, throw his cell phone over the sofa and catch the shadow of someone on the stairs.

That's Emilia, just got off the top floor. Jason asked with impatience, “What did Esme do above?”

“Nona .. she sleeps, Mr.”

Hearing this answer, his eyes narrowed.

Did the woman go to bed early?

Was he no longer interested in pacing in front of him?

Every day when she came home to the villa, the woman always doused her with a lot of questions and bothered her at all times.

Even when he did not answer anything and only showed his fed up face, he would continue to chirp.

Why did his actions today become such a contradiction?

The corner of Jason's lips curled mockingly.

‘Esme Andreas, let me see how long you can keep all this.’

***