Chapter 747 - 20: Five Individual Awards Presented! Avengers Alliance Enters the Premier League! Victorious Return with Stellar Results! (Part 3)

It was a medium-sized bouquet of roses, clearly artificial, but exquisitely crafted, with colorful petals making it look like a rainbow.

"For you."

Isabella handed the flowers to Ma’el, lifted her chin, and smiled brightly, "Do you know what these colored roses represent?"

Ma’el was taken aback for a moment, then an endless satisfaction arose in his heart... He hurriedly accepted the bouquet, shook his head slightly, "I don’t know."

Looking at the lovely person in front of him, he didn’t know how to describe his happiness at the moment, so he extended his left hand to embrace her and the bouquet together.

"Oh...!" The teammates beside them jeered when they saw this scene, many with envy in their eyes, as their girlfriends rushed in with only a single person.

Isabella was already accustomed to such reactions. She ignored them and adorably explained to Ma’el, "It means magnificence and nobility. I prepared it a long time ago because I knew what you would achieve today."

Ma’el hooked her arm, gave a dazzling smile, then turned his head to kiss her, forgetting everything, only to feel the softness of Isabella’s lips and the warmth of her breath.

Dopamine filled his brain, to the point that even his cerebellum was somewhat impaired, causing him to lose stability, wondering if this was what being beautifully dazed felt like.

Receiving just a rose wouldn’t have moved him much, but at this moment, it was undoubtedly different!

The documentary crew of "Football Record" quickly approached the two, pointing their cameras at them, capturing this beautiful moment.

Amelia and Peter stood not far away, unable to help but clap their hands, with sweet smiles on their faces, which slowly turned into laughter.

Through the appearance of their boss’s happiness, they more clearly felt today’s satisfaction for themselves.

A month-long collection of countless materials and countless frames of joyful images finally paid off and could be broadcast as promised!

"How should it end?"

Amelia thought of this happy dilemma, feeling that every scene of this European Cup was filled with meaning, "It’s hard to choose. How about using the shot of the two of them kissing?"

"I think it’s perfect."

Peter nodded slightly, looking at Ma’el with hesitation, paused for a long time before smiling, "Even if Ma’el weren’t the owner of the news agency, he undoubtedly would be the most suitable person to appear at the beginning and end."

"We accompanied him all the way, knowing just how brilliant he is in this France team.

"Even the documentary should be edited with him as the main perspective. This is his journey of conquest."

"Yes."

Amelia smiled, and her envy of Isabella had faded substantially, possibly as she slowly realized that such a man as their boss was destined not to belong to someone like her.

Peter raised his head, completely relieved, "Phew... We have to sell the rights across all of Europe! And sell it to America! Even sell it to the distant East!"

"Haha..." Amelia nodded with a smile, also believing that this documentary would be a global sensation.

"Ladies and gentlemen!"

The firm and powerful voice echoed in the venue as a female host appeared on the award stage.

Holding a script in hand and a brilliant smile on her face, "And so the Poland and Ukraine European Cup comes to an end. At this final moment, let’s award the most outstanding players of this tournament!

"There are a total of 5 individual awards to be presented! Please use your most enthusiastic applause to invite the players from both teams to the stage!"

"....."

"Aahhh...!" The fans of the France team stood up and screamed, knowing that Ma’el’s moment in the spotlight was about to commence again.

This prodigy, who achieved a terrifying 11 goals and 2 assists in this European Cup, will surely sweep at least 2-3 awards!

"Ding ding ding ding...!"

On the field, led by Giroud and Sagna, the players of the France team sang the Song of Ma’el, escorting Ma’el to the stage like knights escorting a king.

Initially, Isabella hadn’t intended to follow. She stood in place, proudly clapping and waiting.

"Go, go!"

"You should accompany him."

But the members of the France team’s wives group came over, clamoring and pushing her forward, wanting her to share this glorious moment with Ma’el.

"Should I go together?" Isabella hesitated a bit, noticing that others had no intention of stepping forward, perhaps worrying about standing there alone.

"Haha...!"

The others laughed, many with envy on their faces, some deliberately feigning exaggerated jealousy, "What are we going for? Our husbands didn’t win anything."

"Yeah, yeah, you think everyone has your good fortune."

"Sigh... Men are so unreliable."

"Go on, Isabella! Tell him you were moved to tears with his winning goal! Have him give you a trophy!"

"Haha...!"

Isabella felt a bit embarrassed by their comments. She hesitated a little until she turned and saw Ma’el in the distance, reaching out his hand to invite her.

She ran forward with a smile, held Ma’el’s hand, and stood by the stage’s edge.

Ma’el pinched her cheek, "Guess how many I’ll get?"

"Five," Isabella replied, raising her eyebrows, with confidence in Ma’el as high as Ma’el’s own.

"It won’t be that many." Ma’el laughed, though even he wasn’t sure how many he would receive, unable to give a precise answer.

His gaze turned aside, noticing that the Spain team had only a handful of attendees, one of whom was Iniesta, assured to win the Assist King award, and the others mostly Barça players.