My Evil Husband
Not Just a Thank You Word

“Jason Hall cares a lot about his son, but ‘That Junk Place’ actually drank an aphrodisiac before, and he drank a lot of alcohol. Doctors have said the baby is very likely to be deformed. That's why Jason forced him to abort the baby.”

“Young Master Hall told you about this?” Clara was very surprised and the word ‘don't believe’ was written all over her face.

Layla smiled ironically, “Why did she tell me all these things? Family doctor who accidentally heard all this.”

“Lucky the baby is gone. Otherwise, the thin seduction from Young Master Hall's attention might be taken over by the little boy and the whore.”

Layla was really worried. “The last baby has indeed left, but that does not mean the next baby will also be lost.”

“Kakak, you mean ...”

Layla shot a glint at Clara with a look of blame. “Look at your good work you have done!”

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After spending many days, Esme finally finished her actual dress for the competition.

Observing the dresses worn by models, even frozen men like Han Muray revealed feelings that were hard to explain.

She stood in front of the model with shining eyes as she looked at the dress made by Esme.

It's beautiful!

It's stunning!

A work from an era!

The stitched patterns, thread by thread, were incredible as if they were alive. Every flower is like it is in bloom. The embroidery on the bottom of the dress exudes charm. In the collar and the circumference of the sleeves looks dazzling.

The silk edge is complemented by hand stitching beautifully and finely. So many amazing parts that people can only be fascinated.

The sewing machine never achieved such an effect, and Esme actually did it with her own hands.

Han Muray turned around, staring intently at Esme, “It is unbelievable that your talent in design is so advanced!”

He had witnessed the development of Esme from time to time. The way she used her skills and familiarity with the technique, as well as the perfection of the dress in front of her, seemed to indicate that Esme often made dresses.

Esme simple smile, “I just like retro style dresses.” The dress and design of this modern era, she was completely helpless in this area.

There is no skill, and no inspiration, and absolutely no idea how suits and skirts should be matched with shoes.

“I hope, almighty you turn into hot selling goods in European market and

America.”

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The annual fashion design competition will be held today at the Floating Clouds Exhibition Centre. It is an innovative large-scale commercial fashion design competition.

International companies from all over the world take part in it.

The winning design will be awarded ‘Han Silk Cup’ and will spearhead the brand's trends in the European and American markets.

The companies participating in this competition aim to showcase their capabilities in front of the world. At this moment, the competition has begun.

The first row of seats around the T-shaped stage is closed to judges coming from all over the world. Each judge will score one design at a time. And in the end, all the judges' marks would be counted to determine the top 50 contestants.

These will then be subject to public vote. Some voting will be used to determine the last champion, first runner-up and second runner-up.

The second to fifth rows around the T-shaped runway are selected for participating companies.

On stage T, the models walk the catwalk using the creations of participating designers.

Layla and Clara sat in their seats, and in front of them were Jason and Han Muray.

Jason leaned his body into the chair gracefully, but his obsidian eyes were sharp as he scanned every part of the design of every rival.

Han Muray is mysteriously more relaxed than Jason Hall. He just threw his gaze down, saw a cell phone, and raised his gaze to see the model on stage. It was so relaxing that it didn't seem to care.

Looking at the design on the model, Layla's confidence grew. None of these creations could compare to his. Those who are called creation are only imitations. Just make small changes or changes here and there based on the most popular trends. No innovation at all.

Most of the retro designs available on the market were replicas of qipao during the Qing Dynasty with some changes that looked very different. There were some parts that were issued that he could not examine.

Unfortunately, they did not choose the right model.

Just as fresh flowers adorn the head of a cow, attract – but no beauty or elegance.

And finally! Creation Hall Industry out.

This year, Hall Industry submitted only five entries, all of which were designed by Layla.

Participating entries are loaded under the name anonymous to ensure fair competition.

Therefore, only Jason Hall and Layla knew that they were Hall Industry creations when models walked on stage. Besides, nobody knows.

The moment this fifth entry appeared, some of the audience almost applauded!

Each of the five Hall Industry entries has a distinct flavor. Everything is elegant and smooth.

Watching the flash of the camera and the endless cell phone recording the scene, Layla's face showed an arrogant laughter of victory.

The moment his creation appeared on stage, it was as if it was hypnotizing a crowd of people. It reinforces the belief that this year's champion is none other than himself. There is a possibility that the design will wrap up all the championship positions.

Leaning on the chair, light flashed in Jason's eyes. His facial expression showed that he was very satisfied with Hall Industry's design appearance.

Clara's eyes were watching her surroundings. Noticing the enthusiastic reaction when Layla's design appeared, she looked at her sister proudly, “Kakak, this year's champion is none other than you!”

Layla's mouth curved inward with a smile, unable to take her eyes off the five models on stage. Meanwhile, a confident and beautiful smile hung on her face.

Layla's black eyes glimmered clear, flashing like the reflections of Crystals. He had a hundred percent confidence in his design, and hearing the words from Clara made him even more proud.

Glance Clara past Jason who is sitting in their front row. She whispered to Layla in a strange tone, “After your design wins this year's championship, it will be the third year in a row. You have won the prize for Young Master Hall. So, she will definitely thank you.”

“Of course. Is there a need to explain something very clearly?”

Jason won't just thank you later!

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