My Evil Husband
I Want Him to Be Humiliated!

Layla felt very sad and hurt. He is the chief designer of Hall Industry, and his main designs have gained many advantages for Hall Industry over the past few years.

Why would Jason ruin his image in front of so many people? After everything he did for her, didn't he just take a little side with her?

Shopia was very disappointed. She adores Layla and adores her at all times. Why would he lie?

The dress was brought by Shopia to turn around and leave, leaving Layla without a word. The surrounding people, who had been watching the real show had also left, but their gazes glancing at Layla had completely changed.

Katika Esme saw this scene, she showed a proud expression, but her eyes were cold and uncaring.

As Madame Jier rested not far away, she unintentionally saw Esme's expression. There was a loud pull on his heart once again. Seeing the pretty face hanging a proud yet cold smile, Madam Jier slightly raised her eyebrows.

The twenty-year-old young lady was like no other. Looking at his proud eyes and his indifference, it gave others an inexplicable sense.

Madam Jier hesitated repeatedly and finally walked over. He stopped by Esme's side, revealing a dignified smile. He asked a question he already knew the answer to, “You are Madam Hall, Esme Andreas?”

Esme took a look from the scene and happened to meet with Madam Jier's gaze.

Faced with the venerable and noble expression of Lady Jier, Esme drew out the memory of the original body, but she still could not remember who this Lady was by the noble temperament.

Esme nodded, “Ya.”

Madam Jier smiled and asked, “You are Carefree Whithout Worries?”

Esme surprised for a moment, “Is that what you believe?”

“My intuition tells me that it is you.”

“If that's what you think, then that's the truth.”

Mistress Jier's eyes flashed with a touch of complex emotion that Esme could not see. Madam Jier sighed softly and said, “I'm not sure, if I'm worth asking you to design qipao for me.”

Esme nodded, “Of course I can. But I can not promise if you will be satisfied with it.”

“You have done well with retro-style dresses, I am sure your qipao design will be very attractive.”

Esme smiled for a moment. In the end, the results cannot be guaranteed. After all, the dress she gave Shopia was based on the clothes she had worn in the past. Qipao, however, only became popular in the Qing Dynasty era.

When Jason Hall turned around and saw Madame Jier communicating with Esme, the light of her eyes deepened as her eyebrows shot up slightly.

…….

Layla arrived at the waiting room, she immediately locked the door. Clara, who came with him, bitterly said to him, “Who is ‘Carefree without Worries’? Why did she send a dress at such an important time?”

Layla's expression was still pale, and her eyes were slightly red. He kept thinking as if he had not heard what Clara had said to him, “Director Hall ... Why did he expose me in front of everyone?”

Would she lose a piece of her body if she approved the sale rights to the dress that belonged to Hall Industry?

Clara looked at Layla with a complicated expression. She felt a little depressed when she saw Layla's appearance. He asked carefully, “Sister, is it possible for that person to be Esme?”

How could it be a coincidence that the clothes had been delivered at such an important time? Moreover, all the invitations had arrived and the ship had already sailed.

“Cannot be!” Layla scoffed as she stared at Clara intensely, “If Esme, that rampant woman could make such a dress, I would bow down to her!”

“That name should be the name of the designer,” Layla said again. “She should also be at the party. He might feel uncomfortable when he sees me claiming the design as mine, and he purposely sends his gift box to make me lose face. When I find out who he is, I will definitely dig his eyes out!”

Layla's expression distorted, swearing in a cynical tone, “Jason had been bewitched by Esme. If not for Esme, Jason would have helped me redeem my reputation today.”

“You're right. I hate Esme so much. Brother, I brought the medicine.” Clara's eyes shone with a cruel disgust in them.

“How about the room? You set it up?”

“Completed. I told Shopia that you were in a bad mood and wanted to rest. So he's already set up a room for you.”

Layla's eyes are cold and violent, “I don't want a room, I want Esme to be humiliated in front of everyone!”

“Alright, I will prepare our plan now.”

“Go and fast.” Layla wiped the tears under her eyes as she spoke.

“Oke.” With that Clara opened the door to leave. Right after his back disappeared from the corridor, Seth's figure walked out of the other suite.

He stood there, his eyes that were soft like peach blossoms becoming pierced coldly, by staring at Layla's spatial door.

A waiter with a drink tray walks in front of Esme, and she stops him, “Give me a cup of fragrant tea.”

“Ya, what kind of scented tea do you want?”

“Krisan.”

Clara had been observing Esme very closely the entire time. When he saw Esme asking for chrysanthemums, he revealed a proud smile.

The waiter had just walked out of the room carrying a tray when he saw Clara and smiled at her. Clara went straight to the tree and gave the man a check. “I need your help with something.”

The waiter's gaze swept the numbers in check, and his eyes showed greed. He smiled then said, “What should I do?”

“Close with me.”

…….

The waiter came out of Layla's dugout and walked towards the party with a few drinks in his tray. Among them is a chrysanthemum flower called Esme.

As the waiter turned the corner, someone in a hurry accidentally whipped him. The man was frightened as he caught the tray tightly in his hand, but the few drinks that were on it had already spilled.

The waiter turned to look at the man who had just slashed at him, discovering that the silhouette of that person was unfamiliar to him. The waiter frowned as he said inwardly, ‘Who is that person who walks without using their eyes?’

The waiter sped up his pace and presented the chrysanthemum flowers to Esme. “Mistress, this is the drink you requested.”

At this moment, Jason noticed that from a distance. When Esme received her teacup, she walked over, giving her a seat. “What do you drink?”

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