Chapter 1306
No.1
Her presence was utterly commanding.
Dark sunglasses shielded her eyes.
Every detail was mesmerizing.
The crowd exploded.
“Oh my god! She’s flawless!” a voice screamed.
“The racing queen is Isabella Montgomery!” another shouted.
“Since when does she know how to drag race like that?” someone yelled in disbelief.
“Those legs! I would worship those legs forever!”
“This is insane! Unbelievable! My heart is pounding!”
No.2
The cheers swelled into a deafening wave of sound.
Isabella remained perfectly still, utterly unfazed by the frenzy.
Her expression was one of cool, detached arrogance.
She slid off the car’s hood and removed her sunglasses.
She casually leaned against the golden vehicle.
She looked like a champion racer savoring a hard-won victory.
Her entire posture was relaxed, confident, and utterly free.
The excitement in the room skyrocketed.
The audience couldn't stop cheering.
No.3
“Heavens! She’s a goddess! Absolute perfection!”
“This is a world-class show! She’s a world-class model!”
“Her presence dwarfs every other blonde model here! She represents us all!”
Reporters frantically snapped pictures, their cameras clicking nonstop.
The other supermodels had been working hard with elaborate poses.
They were trying desperately to capture the crowd’s attention.
Isabella had barely moved a muscle.
Yet, in under ten seconds, she had completely stolen the show.
She hadn't even changed her position.
No.4
She just lounged against the car, sunglasses in hand.
The photographers still swarmed her, circling for the perfect shot.
They were desperate to capture every angle of her stunning beauty.
Nathaniel Blackwood’s gaze was locked on her.
The normally unshakable man showed a flicker of pure astonishment.
He had watched Isabella practice her walk many times.
Each time, he was captivated.
It was no wonder she was the woman he loved.
Oliver was even more ecstatic.
No.5
He threw his hands in the air, shouting with all his might.
“Mommy is the best! She’s amazing! The number one model in the world!”
His cheers ignited the crowd.
Soon, everyone was chanting along.
“Number one top model! The world’s best model!”
The atmosphere reached a fever pitch.
Isabella had stunned them all once again.
Victoria Kensington’s face was a thundercloud of fury.
‘I am the real number one model! That title is mine!’ she seethed internally.
No.6
But her position was at the very back of the stage.
She was almost completely hidden behind the other models.
Standing in that dark corner, she felt invisible.
Seeing everyone adore Isabella was unbearable.
‘What right does she have?’ Victoria thought bitterly. ‘She’s just a rookie! An unwed mother! She shouldn’t be here!’
The other supermodels were pathetic for letting a newcomer overshadow them.
This had never happened before.
Isabella showed them no respect as her seniors.
She just ruthlessly outshone them all.
No.7
But with all the cameras pointed their way, none of the models dared show their anger.
They held their poses, looking bland and ordinary next to Isabella’s radiance.
Suddenly, a pitiful wail cut through the noise.
Genevieve Laurent crumpled to the floor in apparent agony.
She clutched her stomach, her face twisted in pain as she screamed.
The audience frowned in confusion.
What was happening? Was she having a fit?
Then, like dominoes, the other models began to fall.