Chapter 242
Chapter 242
Still at her seat, Charmine’s lips curled up elegantly and exquisitely at the camera. On the big screen, her photos showed up as the host introduced:
“Charmine Jordan, aged twenty-three, started her career by stunning the world at the Chanel’s Jewelry Show, followed by her record-breaking sales from her Guci shoots which overwhelmed last year’s Number One Supermodel, Tiffany Jordan.
“She made an appearance at the International Car Exhibition, earning fans up to tens of millions! Her shots in wedding gowns went otherworldly viral as well! Charmine Jordan is indeed the most popular supermodel of 2020! She deserves this!
“Let’s have another round of applause for Charmine Jordan!”
The majestically loud applause resonated in the venue, with different beautiful photos of Charmine in various styles and poses revealed on the big screen. The applause became louder, and even other supermodels applauded sincerely as they felt out of her league. Perfect-faced, multi-styled, downright professional Charmine was at a level far beyond their reach.
Under the worshipped and adoring eyes of many, Charmine stood up and walked toward the stage. Her long gown trailed with her seemingly with a golden glow, and she gave off a beautiful yet proud aura as she stood 1.7 meters tall.
It was as if she was the queen of the ceremony.
As she walked the stage, a well-respected senior of the modeling industry handed the trophy t o her. Madam Gazelle was in her seventies, but her appearance was so well-maintained that she seemed like a charming woman in her forties. Rightfully, she exuded an air of elegance, gentleness, and formality.
As Charmine maintained eye contact with the woman, she accepted her trophy as she lowered her head sincerely. “Thank you,” said Charmine.
Madam Gazelle gave Charmine a once over and gushed, “You’re indeed an amazing lady, so gorgeous that I’m getting a little jealous over here! Does Ms. Jordan have anything to share with everyone today?”
Charmine glanced at the heavy trophy at hand before she turned to look at the camera, and her red lips curled up. “Next year, won’t be just this.”
Six words were uttered confidently, beautifully, and boldly.
The venue thunderously cheered and applauded at Charmine. Perhaps Charmine was the only one in the world who would say such words. The Most Popular Supermodel Award was a very prestigious award. Was she implying that she wanted to get the No.1 Supermodel Award next year?
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Both Tiffany and Kelly who were healing at the hospital watched the ceremony through their televisions in rage. Two-month-old model newbie Charmine was declaring war on these two! More importantly, Charmine was too gorgeous! She stood on the stage with such stunning and awe-striking perfection that could drive any woman in the world crazy with jealousy!
How could a woman like this continue to live? How could it be?!
Suddenly, all the lights in the venue turned off, and the venue was left in darkness. With furrowed brows, Charmine went alert as she looked around her vigilantly.
A spotlight shone on her, with another spotlight directed at the back of the stage. Standing there was a man with a huge bouquet of roses, dressed in an exquisite and formal suit.
It was Julian!
Wait… Julian was here?
What was happening?
Before Charmine could react, Julian walked toward her one step at a time with the bouquet of roses at hand, and the spotlight followed him in every step of the way. Under the light, he seemed like an exquisite prince from a fairytale.
An uproar overwhelmed the venue.
“Wow!”
“It’s Julian Cabell! Did Julian arrange this with the organizer just to apologize to Charmine in front of everyone?”
“Goodness! This man is so sweet!”
The venue was overridden with murmurs and comments, with lots of women watching on with adoration in their eyes.
While others looked on with adoration, Charmine’s brows tightened as she stood still. “What are you doing here?”
Was he here to apologize in front of everyone? No, that could not be. There had to be something else in play!