My Evil Husband
Definitely Wrong!

In the past, when he won, Jason Hall would invite him specifically for private dinners. To have dinner together with Jason, what an honor.

She remembers when she won last year, Jason invited her to dinner after the event ended. In the middle of dinner, Esme suddenly appears, points at him, and accuses him of being a demon who has stolen someone else's husband.

To this day, Layla vividly remembers Esme's distorted face as the woman scolds her while pointing a finger right in front of her face.

“Sister, you really have to seize the opportunity this time.” Clara whispered softly in Layla's ear.

“Of course.”

“After the competition is over, you should leave quickly and invite Young Master Hall over for dinner. When the rice was cooked, at that time, Young Master Hall would have no choice but to divorce Esme.”

[Nation has been cooked meaning it is too late to do whatever is done.]

Layla's eyes glittered at this plan that was ready to hatch.

After the designs of Hall Industry were completed, the models made their way on stage into one at the end. And from the other end, came the designs of other companies.

The model wore a navy blue dress, and as she walked out, all the spectators were blown away.

Layla's face stiffened firmly when she saw the dress.

The models currently on stage run differently to the models they have seen so far. Each step was slow, but it did not detract from its elegance. His hands were gently folded, placed in front of him.

Embroidery on the tip of her arm was a soft poeny flower, with silver threads forming clouds that danced around the flower. As she moved smoothly, the tip of her skirt spread out, looking very lively.

His hair was coiled into one, using a phoenix-eyed jade hair pin. A soft white veil covered her face, revealing only her forehead and a pair of clear bright eyes.

Each movement of his curves pressure, featuring a well-adjusted slender waist on his shirt using a stream of silk cloth.

Everyone watching was holding their breath. Their eyes widened, looking startled as they stared dumbly at the model. Watching the woman, they felt like they had seen an immortal elf descend from Heaven.

Jason's eyes immediately deepened looking at this model. Like sharp swords as they followed his every move.

Dressed in blue, it exuded a graceful charm in every pose, and she maintained a noble and dignified demeanor as she moved, as if it had flowed deep into her bones.

Jason stared directly at the model and did not turn his face away.

The woman's walking manner made her remember Esme. This was Esme's first walk when she returned from the hospital.

This model on stage was calm, unhurried, and still calm as she made a full lap on stage.

She did not need to do any poses to display the dress to its maximum effect.

From the moment this model appeared, Han Muray put down his phone and only looked at that model. The expression of his shock earlier gradually turned into astonishment. As he looked, Han became dazed.

The dress used looked like a fairy walking on a cloud, similar to a holy girl sitting on a lotus flower.

Beautiful, noble, graceful and calm.

The reporters' lenses were zoomed into the model, captivated, blown away until they forgot to take a photo. It was as if the entire world was paled in comparison to its brightness.

“Kakak, who is it?” Clara almost screamed. His voice shocked Layla out of the imagination of her head.

Indeed, he is a designer. The moment he saw this design, he immediately felt something slide down his fingers.

The more he looked at the model on stage, his brain seemed to be empty of everything, and finally there was only an explosion in the head.

They were agitated, and Jason who was sitting in their front row was also agitated. His obsidian eyes were like experiencing tidal waves as he stared fixedly at the model.

This woman on stage, wouldn't use herself as a designer, would she?

Just as the finished model made a complete spin of the T-shaped stage and was preparing to leave, the media seemed to be injected with adrenaline. Everyone woke up from their confusion and ‘flas flash’ live camera like an automatic machine gun.

Even the judges forgot to blink staring at the model.

Not only because of how beautiful the dress is, but also the perfect combination of dresses and models that elevate the presentation to star level.

The white veil creates an air of mystery.

Who her?

How beautiful is she really?

Jason was blown away, staring at the model until he disappeared from view as he returned backstage.

As Jason looked at his back, surprise appeared on the man's face.

That's her!

Han Muray turned. Capturing the rare appearance of shock in Jason's expression, the corner of his lips exuded evil.

As if Jason sensed Han Muray's eyes nearby, Jason looked back at him and asked haughtily, “That design belongs to Muray Group?”

Han Muray smiled gracefully. His hazel eyes were very deep and calm. “I hope to know who the owner of the design is, just like you.”

The competition ended after several sessions of the event collecting votes. Now it's time to present the gift. To build tension in the ceremony of presenting gifts like this, they will present gifts from the lowest to the highest.

Ten models were already standing on the stage as top ten candidates. When the name was announced from the bottom up, Layla waited tensely.

The last moment is getting closer and closer.

In the end, there were only three models left on the stage. One wears a Layla design, one wears a Muray Group design, and the last is a model that wows everyone.

Of the five designs Layla had on stage, only one remained. Layla's heart stiffened uncomfortably.

The Host smiled sweetly. “Next, I will announce the second winner. The designer is ...”

The Host stopped on purpose, while the audience held their breaths in suspense. The enormous place was so quiet that they could hear their own voices.

“Design number fifty nine!”

The announcement was followed by a few seconds of silence before a standing ovation filled the venue.

“Why the second and not the first champion?” clara exclaimed with an expression of surprise as well as disbelief. He clearly had trouble accepting the result.

They had full confidence to snatch first place, but now, only the second champion? They even had the confidence to sweep away all of his gifts.

“Sister, this must be mistaken!”

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