CHAPTER 199: CHAPTER 199: IS THE SKIRT A KNOCKOFF?

In the banquet hall, everyone quieted down when they saw the host take the stage again.

The competition held by Moonlight Jewelry was advertised nationwide, with the most frequent ads in A City, visible everywhere on the streets, and due to the extraordinarily enticing prize money, many people participated.

This made the champion highly anticipated, and tonight, quite a few media outlets came to report the champion’s announcement as quickly as possible.

The host’s voice was strong and powerful, first announcing the third-place winner, then the second-place winner.

Isabella Weaver seriously memorized these two people, respectfully impressed by their achievements, pondering whether to get their contact information later.

While she was still deep in thought, she suddenly seemed to hear the host call out her name.

Then all the major media outlets’ flashlights and cameras were directed at her.

The spotlight in the banquet hall cast a strong beam of light directly on her, so bright she could hardly open her eyes!

What’s going on?

Isabella Weaver was shocked in her heart, could it be...

"Congratulations Miss Weaver! Please come up to receive your award, the prize of one million from this competition is yours! Also, you receive a set of jewelry worth fifty thousand as a gift, and Moonlight Jewelry sincerely invites Miss Weaver to join us, setting sail for a bright future together!"

Amber and others were already in an uproar, shouting congratulations to her, as happy as if they’d won the prize themselves.

Isabella Weaver stood there, somewhat in disbelief.

She was the champion?

How could she be the champion?

Amber gently pushed her: "Isabella, quickly go up! I’ll hold onto your belongings!"

As she said this, she took Isabella Weaver’s small handbag, thoughtfully removing her shawl as well — no one wears a shawl to receive an award, it’s only gowns.

Even with strict etiquette training, Isabella Weaver found the multitude of flashlights, cameras, and countless eyes unnerving, making her palms sweaty, and she didn’t even notice Amber take her shawl.

She saw Austin Winters raising his glass to her: "Isabella, congratulations, I regret meeting you too late."

Isabella Weaver thought his expression was somewhat unusual, completely different from how he seemed earlier, but she had no mind to contemplate these things.

Because she saw Cherry Lewis, dressed in a white suit, appearing at the entrance of the banquet hall.

Cherry Lewis was also watching her, her gaze cold, seemingly wanting to devour her, but that predatory look quickly vanished, replaced by a gentle smile.

Isabella Weaver took a deep breath, slightly lifted her skirt, straightened her back, and slowly walked onto the stage.

The banquet hall’s spotlight continuously followed her, casting a circular beam above her head, causing the diamonds on her dress to shine brilliantly, elevating her whole aura to complete magnificence.

"She looks beautiful!"

"The champion has such high looks, she looks like a celebrity!"

"Clearly she could rely on looks, yet she chooses to rely on talent, how do the rest of us live?"

As Isabella Weaver walked onto the stage amid murmurs, she had only just steadied herself when she heard an exclamation from the audience:

"Oh my god, the champion is wearing the dress ’Princess’s Light’ by Master Anton!"

"I said it looked familiar, turns out it’s it!"

"Probably a knockoff? Master Anton treats this dress as a treasure, many actresses have asked to borrow it to wear, but he wouldn’t lend it. How could this champion possibly borrow it!"

"Blatantly copying the master’s dress, such disrespect for originality, this champion’s character seems to be questionable!"