Chapter 60
No.1
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.
“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.
No.2
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.
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.
No.3
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.
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.
No.4
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.
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.
No.5
Isabella showed them no respect as her seniors.
She just ruthlessly outshone them all.
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.
No.6
One after another, they dropped to the ground beside the luxury cars.
They rolled around, clutching their middles, moaning and crying in distress.
The hall descended into chaos.
The air was filled with the sounds of suffering.
Isabella watched the models fall around her.
A deep frown etched onto her face.
‘This isn’t good,’ she thought. ‘Trouble is here.’
Within seconds, everyone collapsed to the floor in agony.
Victoria Kensington was among them. She writhed on the ground, clutching her stomach weakly. Her cries were pitiful. "It hurts... Please, someone help..." Beads of sweat covered her forehead. Her suffering appeared genuine.
The event organizers sprang into action. Archibald Worthington barked orders. "Cut the music! Get medical assistance now!"
No.7
The background music ceased abruptly. Assistants rushed to reorganize the stage. They leveled the platforms that were previously set at varying heights.
Isabella Montgomery moved first. She approached the nearest model kneeling beside her. It was Genevieve Laurent! Genevieve had curled into a fetal position. She glared at Isabella with pure hatred. But the pain was too severe. She couldn't form any words.
Isabella reached out. She checked Genevieve's forehead. She felt for a pulse.
Genevieve's assistant saw this and shoved Isabella away. "Who do you think you are? A doctor? Get away from her!"