CHAPTER 200: CHAPTER 200 EXPOSING THE WOUND IN PUBLIC

The audience was buzzing with discussion. On stage, the host immediately signaled the musician to increase the volume to drown out the noise, lest their well-organized jewelry competition turned into an advertisement for Anton’s clothes.

"Now, let’s welcome Cherry Lewis, President Lewis, the acting president of Moonlight Jewelry, to present the award to the champion!"

Cherry Lewis, clad in a pure white suit, wearing delicate high heels and long wavy hair, elegantly made her way to the stage.

She beautifully combined professionalism with feminine grace, and with the addition of her prominent family background, she immediately attracted quite a few gazes upon her entrance.

Unfortunately, because Isabella Weaver’s appearance was so dazzling and stunning, the brilliance around Cherry Lewis dimmed considerably.

Moreover, the audience was more concerned with the authenticity of Isabella Weaver’s dress at that moment, leaving Cherry Lewis with only a sparse round of applause.

Cherry nearly ground her teeth in frustration, but faced with so many cameras, she couldn’t show a hint of anger and had to smile broadly while personally handing over the jewelry prize worth millions to Isabella Weaver.

No other moment in her life had been more stifling and aggravating than this!

She only felt slightly better when she looked at Isabella Weaver’s hand wrapped like a mummy.

After routinely saying a few formal niceties, she suddenly changed the topic and asked with apparent concern, "I wonder what happened to Miss Weaver’s hand? Is it injured? A designer’s hands are very important and must be well protected."

The banquet hall fell silent for a moment, even the host was momentarily stunned.

Anyone with a slight bit of decorum would never pick at someone’s scars, let alone inquire about unhealed injuries in front of such a crowd.

This was a very solemn award ceremony, not a personal chat!

Isabella Weaver glanced at Cherry Lewis, an uneasy premonition stirring in her heart, yet she maintained her composure and smiled, "A small accident, just a scratch, it’ll heal in a few days."

"How careless! As a designer, you should be especially particular about taking care of your hands. When did you get scratched?"

"Today."

"That’s quite a coincidence. It’s commendable you still came to accept your award despite the injury. Is it serious? Should I help you find a doctor to look at it?"

The audience cast peculiar looks at Cherry Lewis. What’s her deal, not taking the chance to promote their own jewelry, and instead, she’s delving more into personal chatter?

Only Austin Winters, holding a wine glass, appeared unfazed.

His gaze was calm, entirely without the fervent attentiveness he’d previously shown to Isabella Weaver.

"No, it’s just a minor injury, it’ll heal soon," Isabella Weaver replied, her face still adorned with a suitable smile. She was in a silent contest with Cherry Lewis, competing to see who would lose their composure first!

"Is that so? A minor injury? How fortunate! Seeing all that bandage, I thought it was really serious. Maybe you should remove it, you know, bandages can actually slow down healing."

The audience looked at Isabella Weaver with suspicion. Was her hand injury a pretense? Why was Cherry Lewis so persistent about her hand?

Isabella Weaver looked at the people below. She knew that if she didn’t show them her injury today, there would be no way to explain why she came to accept the award with a bandaged hand in the future.

She extended her left hand and began unwinding the bandage from her right hand layer by layer, revealing shocking scars in her palm.

Upon seeing her hand with the exposed flesh and blood, the audience couldn’t help but gasp.

This is a minor injury?

The champion looked so graceful; one would have assumed she was delicate, but she clearly had remarkable endurance!

To stand here unaffected with such wounds!