Chapter 819: New Skills and New Plans? Isabella's Surprise and Fiery Youth! Morocco Conference Center!

“How about this one?”

Isabella occasionally picks up a dress and enthusiastically presses it against herself, asking, “How about this one? I think this is great… Actually, I want to wear red, but you didn’t choose the same color one.”

“Wearing red is great.” Ma’el picked up the red diamond-studded dress, nodding and smiling, “I think it pairs well with my black outfit.”

Aisha watched from the side, feeling the moment was beautiful, but also feeling like a third wheel, experiencing a very complex emotion.

On the way, Isabella actually didn’t want her to bring those ladies’ dresses, fearing Ma’el wouldn’t want to take her, and that it would be awkward when the dresses were brought in, so Aisha put them in the car and brought them over.

Aisha still vaguely remembers Isabella’s worried face and her inadvertently comforting herself from time to time. Combining it with the current scene… she should be really surprised.

“Alright, I’m going up to change, help me check it out later, Aisha.”

Isabella picked up the red dress excitedly and stood up, noticing her friend’s expression, “Thank you this time, after coming back, maybe I’ll have a bit of fame too, and I’ll go to your shop to help you endorse for free.”

“Haha…” Aisha laughed, nodding, “Sure, don’t go back on your word then.”

“I can also help you shoot an ad.” Ma’el, in a good mood, agreed casually and then went upstairs with Isabella.

Aisha sat where she was, stunned for a moment before reacting. It seems she has also been hit by surprise.

Ma’el’s advertisement?

It’s worth 1.4 million pounds now?

“Ahem…” She coughed twice, unable to resist taking out her phone, conveying this news excitedly to her family.

Soon, Isabella and Ma’el returned, the two dressed formally standing in the villa’s living room, forming a beautiful scene.

“Wow…!”

“Ah…!”

“Hehehe…!”

Isabella pulled Ma’el, sometimes making funny faces, sometimes making weird poses, asking Aisha to take photos of her.

This is her vividly clear moment, so of course, she wants to record it well.

Ma’el kept watching her from the side, sometimes cooperating with her. In short, this might also be an unforgettable night.

“Ma’el!”

Soon after, Davis ran out of the room, shocked to see the two in dresses, then smiled, “The UEFA Best Player’s 10-person candidate list has been updated to the final 3.”

“I know I’m included.”

“I know he is too.” *2

The three in the living room spoke in unison, pushing Davis back from trying to create a surprise. They’ve encountered such moments many times.

Davis stood there dryly laughing twice, “Haha… Uh, come on now, isn’t this something worth being happy about?”

“Of course, it’s worth being happy.”

Aisha walked over to him, took his phone, they met at many occasions and were somewhat familiar, “Let’s see, the UEFA Best Candidate…!

“Cristiano Ronaldo, Lionel Messi, Leon Maerel!”

“Hahaha… Yeah…!” Laughter rang out in the living room, and soon Harry, Safina, and Jose also came out, sitting down with smiles.

“Are we going this time?” Safina had some anticipation on her face. Last time at the FIFA awarding ceremony, they accompanied Ma’el there.

Moreover, last time, Ma’el was just shortlisted as one of the dozens of Golden Ball Award candidates and Puskas Award candidates.

This time, he’s solidly in the top three… Even if he doesn’t get the Best ‘Half-man’ trophy, he can at least get a top three UEFA trophy.

“Of course.”

Ma’el looked around and confirmed, “Let’s all go, Aisha too. After attending the FIFA awards last time, I know the awarding ceremony also has an exhibition center, I’ll arrange you all there.”

“Yes…!”

“Great!”

In a burst of celebratory voices, Aisha’s face turned red from continuous surprises, and she discreetly pointed at herself with her right hand, murmuring, “Am I going too?”

“Besides.”

Ma’el extended a finger, looking at his long-accompanied team members, saying, “If I win the award this time, I will give each of you a generous gift and also raise your salaries.”

“Mua…!”

“Long live the boss…!”

“Hahaha…!”

Laughing filled the entire house. Watching everyone smile joyfully, many even held each other’s hands, imitating Latin dance turns to celebrate.

Ma’el’s face showed satisfaction too, as if this was a scene he always wanted to see.

On August 31st, they’ll head to the Grimaldi Conference Center in Morocco together!

…

Two days later, Ma’el and his group took a chartered flight departing from London International Airport, experiencing special services during the journey, he also had thoughts about buying a private plane.

In memory, Ronaldo seemed to have a G200 model private plane, worth 20 million pounds, always taking it wherever to attend events.

If he really wins his first career footballer award this time, should he also get one… In the future, attend the Golden Ball Award taking a private plane directly, truly experiencing a superstar lifestyle?

Thinking about this, he couldn’t help but smile, this is indeed worth considering, since he’s reliving life, the experience must be complete.

“What are you smiling at?” Isabella was sitting beside him, pulling his hand onto her back, embracing her.

“Nothing.”

Ma’el didn’t tell Isabella for now, restraining his smile, and took a deep breath, feeling a bit nervous about this trip.

Will this be the time?

Over 4 hours later, the plane landed at Agadir International Airport in Morocco, and the group boarded a business car heading directly to the hotel.

Ma’el also saw Mendes here, and the first question he asked was, “Will Ronaldo attend this award ceremony? How about Messi?”

“Ronaldo will come.” Mendes first confirmed this and then shook his head, “Not sure about Messi, we have to see the related news.”

Ma’el nodded slightly, his pressure building again, asking, “Is there any relevant news that broke out? Do people have expectations for me?”

Mendes still shook his head, “Not sure yet, there are 1 day before the award ceremony. Tomorrow various channels may have more news, you can judge then.

“However, the UEFA awarding ceremony is different from the Golden Ball Award, basically doesn’t have premature leaks of the winner.

“I estimate tomorrow’s news can only be referenced, the final result will definitely be revealed on stage.”

After saying this, Mendes looked at Ma’el with a meaningful gaze, “This is also the reason Messi and Ronaldo are highly likely to attend this award ceremony together. They don’t know the results either, they have to come to the scene to confirm.”

Ma’el nodded, suddenly lifted his head and smiled, “Mr. Mendes’ implication is that you are optimistic about me? And you think this might be a showdown among the three of us? Whoever wins will make the other two awkward?”

Mendes looked at Ma’el, not knowing how he heard it, and after a long pondering, smiled, “Yes…!”

“European Cup champion + club’s 3 crowns, a total of 4 championships in the year.”

Ma’el murmured as he went to the window, looking at the road below the hotel gradually being controlled, feeling the upcoming grand event, “Hopefully won’t be disappointing, the first major honor after becoming an adult.”

Sometimes, the closer it gets, the more nervous it becomes. Last time attending the higher spec Golden Ball Award, he didn’t have much psychological fluctuation, at most a bit tense.

But this time, as the time approached, he became more nervous.

Not only afraid of his own disappointment, but also afraid Isabella who accompanies him might have some disappointment, afraid the team members who came with expectations might feel disappointed.

“Anyway, it’ll happen sooner or later, don’t put too much pressure.”

Mendes saw Ma’el’s anomaly, walked up and patted his shoulder, “Maintain this performance, I promise your career will win 3 UEFA Best Player.”

“Haha…” Ma’el laughed to ease his mood jokingly, “But I hope to start reigning from this year, how many years I play is how many years I win.”

Mendes’ smile froze on his face, but he was already used to Ma’el’s bold words.

Just wait and see tomorrow.