My Evil Husband
Spending a Lot of Money on Him

After the charity auction ended, Esme and Emilia came out from there.

“Esme!” On his back, a woman's voice called out to him.

Esme stopped the move. His head turned back, finding Layla and Clara walking together.

Stopping right in front of Esme, Layla smiled with kindness and said, “Esme, next month you can still go home to get your allowance. Dad won't stop it.”

In front of everyone, Layla would show if she was so considerate of her unruly and arrogant sister.

“I know.” Esme answered him casually.

Layla secretly observes Esme. Today, the woman wore the same simple purple dress the other day. This dress she had seen when the amateur video of Esme hitting her younger sister was spread.

Although the item was discounted and it was there four years ago, the material was very good and when it was attached to Esme's body, it increased her elegance.

When Esme didn't open her mouth, she was really very pretty. Like this time, it was a little cold and calm. The expression ‘no matter’ on that face adds an indescribable impression.

This kind of feeling made Layla feel Esme was a Queen. Layla dislikes Esme's presence being stronger than hers.

Layla smiled and said again, “Esme, didn't you buy this dress four years ago on your birthday? Why are you still wearing it? Even the color has faded.”

“Because I like to wear it,” Esme replied complete with a fake smile that showed no influence on Layla's words in the slightest.

“What if I design some sets for you?” Layla generously suggested.

“No need.”

Right at this moment, the slippery and attention-grabbing Maybach stopped right at the entrance of the building.

The car honked, no doubt it was aimed at them.

The four women turned their heads in the same direction, and it was undoubtedly Jason Hall's car.

Clara identifies Jason's car quickly. Her eyes narrowed like a crescent moon as she smiled and whispered in Layla's ears. “Sister, you know, Young Master Hall has come to pick you up. I'll drive your car and come back for you.”

Elegant Layla smiles kindly. He thought that Jason Hall would be waiting to give him the hairpick he won in the car.

Puffing his chest slightly, he turned to Esme, displaying a hurried expression. Layla said, “Esme, Dad will host dinner later. Don't forget to prepare a birthday present for Dad. Now, Director Hall wants to send me home. I can't talk to you for long.”

After saying that, Layla set foot, walking charmingly towards Jason's car.

However, before he went any further near the car, Noe who was sitting in the steering wheel came out of the car. He called out to Esme who had turned around and was about to leave. “Young Lady, Young Master is waiting for you.”

Esme's actions became shaky. He turned his head back, looking puzzled as he looked at Noe.

At her side, there was Emilia who had a happy and beautiful smiling expression on her face.

Layla's legs staggered. In the next moment, the beautiful smile on her face just now turned stiff.

Jason's intention is not to send him home, but to find Esme?

The sky seemed to collapse upon him in an instant.

Looking at Esme who was still frozen in the same place, Noe added again, “Monya Young, Young Master said, if you don't enter, no, it does not mind going out and personally escorting you into the car.”

Every word from Noe was like a needle piercing Layla's skin.

“Nona, let's get in the car.” Emilia cheerfully pulls Esme's hand and leads her to Jason's car.

As Emilia opened her car door, she caught a glimpse of Jason's cold eyes sweeping across her body. Instantly his body shivered. Esme was flabbergasted for a moment, but still she went inside.

After Esme entered, Emilia closed the door and went to sit in the front seat. Behind is the world of Jason and Esme. How could he dare to interrupt?

“Wear your seat belt.” Jason commanded sharply as he glanced at her once more.

The car was moving, only when Esme finished fitting the seatbelt properly.

From start to finish, this man did not glance at Layla who was standing outside the car at all.

When the car was gone, Layla could not maintain the smile on her face anymore.

“What happened?”

Clara comes to his side, stands by Layla's side and watches Jason's speeding car. A strange expression flashed across his face as he exclaimed loudly in dissatisfaction, “What is with Young Master Hall? Why would he let Esme get in his car?”

Even it was an unwritten rule and everyone knew, Jason Hall never let Esme be in his car.

“Currently Esme is still his wife. Isn't it normal for him to come with Jason?”

Layla did her best to gather some excuses and calm herself down. He did not want to become even more miserable in the eyes of others. However, the sour taste in his heart was undeniable.

“Indeed what if he was still his wife? Didn't Young Master Hall think his wife was a bitch?”

“Even if Jason hates him, he can't help but bring him home, right?”

“I think Young Master Hall gave the hairpin to you in front of Esme after she bid earlier.”

“ Anyway, fashion design competition knows this, you have to seize first place.”

Unbeknownst to everyone, the atmosphere in the car was a bit awkward.

Esme sat in a straight posture. Perfect, with both hands folded and placed over her thighs.

Sitting in that upright posture for so long, did he not feel tired?

The corner of Jason's mouth curved into ridicule. “Esme Andreas, did you devote all your time to pretending in front of me? What kind of woman are you, I know it right.”

Esme glanced at him, giving a cold look at him without a word. He really did not want to talk to Jason in such a bad mood.

Again, Jason mocked her, “Did the price of your clothes exceed sixty dollars?”

In Jason's mind, put street stuff to the auction? Is he out of his mind, or what?

Esme actually answered it lightly, “Still twenty percent discount.”

However, Jason was stunned for a moment. He had not expected Esme to give him such an answer.

Unfortunately, Noe who was already curious how Esme's expression could not see it clearly.

“Obviously you have no money, why do you have to swell up, pretend to be a fat guy?” Jason's voice became gloomy and looked annoyed.

[Being fat means pretending to be rich]

Esme gave him a faint smile. “Of course because the hairpick is very beautiful.”

“Only because it looks good?” Jason's eyes narrowed sharply.

If only because the hairpin looks good, why are his emotions so affected?

“Ya.” Esme answered with great confidence.

“There are many that look prettier with higher historical value. Why don't I see you like one of them?”

“I like them too, but Layla doesn't like it.” The last part of the word he intentionally added.

Didn't Jason want to serve that hairpin to Layla?

The temperature in Jason's eyes dropped by several degrees. “So, you only compete against Layla?”

“What else is it?” He stared straight at Jason for a second before he smiled at him.

“What if he decides to stop halfway?”

Even though Layla stops, will Jason let her have it? Isn't that guy after her, too?

“If he has given up, then you should buy that item at the price you bargained for. If you don't have money to pay, do you know legal action will be taken?”

Jason's voice was so cold that it made those around him shudder involuntarily.

However, Esme elegantly tucked the hair behind the ears. The smile on his face became more and more charming. “How can I not spend that much money?”

With a smooth Esme moved her body to one side and said again, “I heard the price for the woman in the next town is quite high. As long as I travel to that place, relying on my face and body, I am confident of being able to make over thirty million in one month.”

Looking at the grin on Esme's face while thinking those words in the head, Jason's body was about to explode. “You dare to do it!”

Imagining Esme's soft, naked body lying and pressed under another man's body, letting them do what they were happy with, made an inexplicable wrath appear in her heart.

“I'm very difficult to set up. Imbrono, and arrogant. What would I not dare to do? I even dared to kill.” Esme replied with words that deliberately reproached herself.

However, some parts are true. Eight years in the war of his lifetime ago, he had taken countless lives.

Jason's sharp eyes could not detect the joke from the woman's face. He had deliberately avoided going home to the villa for several nights. Unfortunately, the secret surveillance cameras in the villa only feature the same Esme in front of him.

Could a car accident bring about a major change in a person? To the extent of changing their personality and taste?

Although the dress she was wearing was a cheap market item, on her body did not in the least detract from Esme's beauty.

At first he considered his elegant style while walking and his sitting position to be a pretense in front of him, but when he looked through the surveillance cameras, he saw, what he found was the same action as the one before his eyes.

Esme has really changed. It was so drastic that even he couldn't help but look at Esme for a little longer.

Jason breathed heavily. His long hand suddenly took out a beautiful narrow wooden box. “Take it!”

“What is it?”

“Didn't you say you liked the hairpin Bounding Passion?”

Esme was a little stunned hearing this. “You gave this to me?”

The haircut that was bid on had cost him a lot of money and it was actually bid for him?

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