Chapter 821: Grimaldi! UEFA Awards Ceremony Shocking Opening! Step by Step to the Top! (Part 2)

“(Eyes)(Eyes)!” – Sheffield United owner McCabe’s social media

In short, amidst wave upon wave of news related to it, the fans were completely engrossed by this award ceremony, with everyone eagerly anticipating its start.

They want to see the outcome, to see someone lift the UEFA Best Trophy!

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Inside the Grimaldi Conference Center, between lofts on the second-floor exterior, there are dozens of preparation rooms allocated for the important figures of this award ceremony.

Ma’el, having secured seat 7 in row 1, naturally received a room.

At this moment, he’s sitting in front of the mirror, adjusting his suit, tie, and cuffs, while Isabella is assisting him with his hair.

His team members on the side are smiling and taking commemorative photos, chatting both excitedly and nervously.

“Messi has arrived.”

Returning from the bathroom, Davis pointed outside and revealed, “I just saw him and his wife seated in the venue, looking at their phones.”

“Ssst, sss, sss…!”

Isabella picked up styling spray and playfully eased the atmosphere while spraying on Ma’el’s head, “What are they looking at? Surely they’re also scrolling through news about the UEFA award ceremony? Analyzing the probability of retaining their title?”

“Haha…!”

Laughter filled the room, and once it subsided, Harry joked again: “Messi and Ronaldo are here, so it’s complete… they can witness Ma’el coming out on top, seeing their era end.”

“Yeah…!” Approving voices arose one after the other, with everyone looking at Ma’el, holding high hopes for the upcoming ceremony.

Ma’el fastened the last cuff button, looked at the time, and then smiled, “Alright, if you’re almost ready, you guys should head to the outer hall; it starts in 7 minutes.”

“7 minutes?” Isabella was surprised and hurried her movements, “I’ll finish quickly, almost done.”

The others looked around, realized they couldn’t help any further, and cheerfully headed to the outer hall, a banquet center on the second floor, where various drinks and desserts would be served, looking very luxurious.

For them, witnessing a UEFA award ceremony as invited guests is a novel experience.

“Alright.”

Isabella quickly put down the tools in her hand, moved behind Ma’el, and glanced at him through the mirror.

Upon seeing Ma’el’s exquisite hairstyle, she nodded slightly and smiled with satisfaction, “You must be the most dazzling person in the room tonight, in every aspect.”

Ma’el smiled lightly as he stood up, taking Isabella’s hand, “I hope you are too.”

The handsome and beautiful couple dressed in evening wear, thus walked out of the lounge under the envious gaze of the on-site housekeeper, heading towards the heart of the venue.

To the ceremony’s proceedings, all was unfamiliar to them, yet a strand of hope buoyed them, vaguely sensing something awaiting them in the grand venue ahead!

“Leon.”

While walking, Isabella suddenly lifted her head sweetly and smiled, holding Ma’el’s arm more tightly, “This feels wonderful, being able to distinctly feel I’m accompanying you on an important journey.”

“Yes.” Ma’el’s face also showed a gentle smile; joining his beloved in such a significant hall, he too felt something special.

Isabella turned her head forward with a smile, seeing the splendid and resplendent lights sparkling within an opulent door.

She took a deep breath and softly said, “I’m nervous, but I think you are even more nervous… because you’ve brought many people, surely hoping they witness your glorious moment of winning, experiencing celebration.

“However, for us all, maybe what’s important isn’t what you achieve, it’s this special experience, everyone’s grateful for your invitation.

“More importantly, everyone knows you will always attain the best one…”

At the end, she turned again to smile warmly, “If anyone truly believes you can achieve it all, I’m one, and a few more count, including Aisha, and Gilbert who couldn’t make it.”

A flutter stirred within Ma’el’s heart, followed by a distinctly gentle and soothing sensation spreading throughout his body.

He seemed less nervous; no, the nerves over whether he would win never dissipated, yet felt less pressured.

“Smooch…” the couple gently kissed, arm in arm stepping into the auditorium, hearing a clamor of voices, as though entering a new, grand world.

The UEFA award ceremony is set to be held right here!

“Mr. Ma’el.”

Upon sitting down at seats 7 and 8 in row 1, a female hostess approached them and smiled, “Please come with us, there’s a prior event to be held, our apology for informing you now.”

Ma’el glanced at Isabella with a bit of surprise, got up somewhat bewilderedly, and followed the lady host.

Isabella, a bit puzzled, glanced around, then noticed Messi’s and Ronaldo’s seats were also empty, thus without much concern, she simply sat alone and waited.

“Blaze, blaze, blaze…!”

Soon after, the lights in the venue began rapidly rotating, the high-decibel speaker started working, playing a grand symphony.

Isabella and many of the football stars’ wives sat alone in their seats, clutching their hands tightly while staring at the stage, everyone striving to suppress the anxiety on their faces, attempting to appear more composed.

“Ok, ladies and gentlemen…!”

A shout suddenly rang out, as a male presenter appeared at the front of the stage, bowing to everyone before standing to the side of the stage.