Chapter 1454: 660 You are My Pride_6 Chapter 1454: 660 You are My Pride_6 “The Golden Lion Award for Best Actress goes to our newcor, Alaric Moore, who has just turned eighteen.
Let us applaud her.”
The applause continued for a long ti.
Sanny Groove expressionlessly rose from her seat, embraced the director, embraced Barrett Philbert.
She noticed the gaze cast by Anton Cook, which she understood.
Indeed, love was the greatest miracle in the world.
That gunshot wound had damaged his neurological system and caused him to lose his mory, but his love didn’t fade.
Could this cold yet sincere young man help her to hold onto him?
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Sanny Groove ascended onto the stage and collected the trophy and certificate from the award presenter.
The nurous audiences on-site, as well as the countless fans in front of the live broadcast, saw this talented young actress—who had won the Best Actress with just her first film—crying with tears streaming down her face.
She didn’t cry out loud, instead allowed the tears to silently stream down, rendering a charmingly aesthetic sight
She didn’t possess remarkable beauty, but she had a pair of expressive eyes.
At this mont, she was indescribably beautiful.
“This award belongs to Alaric Moore,” Isabella Foster’s gentle voice echoed through the microphone.
She looked into the distance, raising her trophy.
Alaric, do you see all this?
This is the honor that belongs to you.
“I t soone who taught what dreams are, what it ans to strive, it was her who led down the path of acting.
Actually, this trophy really belongs to her.”
“Henceforth, I will take her as my role model and continue down this path of acting.
I thank Director Graham, I thank Mr.
Barrett Philbert, I thank all the colleagues and staff in the production team.
Without your hard work, I wouldn’t have won this award.
I also thank all the jury mbers for recognizing Alaric Moore’s acting skills.
From now on, I will spur myself on with more stringent requirents and live up to your expectations.”
Isabella Foster’s voice was full and moving, imbued with heartfelt emotions.
“Lastly…,” she smiled at the cara: “Junior, I miss you.
Can you co ho soon?”
From this point on, the era of the new Best Actress winner, Alaric Moore, was about to comnce.
Without a doubt, the Best Director was won by Lewis Graham, while the competition for Best Actor was too intense.
Barrett Philbert’s performance was overshadowed by the newcor Alaric Moore, and looked less dazzling.
Ultimately, he lost out on the Best Actor award.
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However, Barrett Philbert was a previous winner of the Golden Lion Award for Best Actor four years ago.
This failure would not affect him much, and his position could only rise and not fall.
Surprisingly yet predictably, the Best Music Production Award was won by Anton Cook.
Being a top singer of great creative strength, his winning of a music award in the film industry seed a bit crossing boundaries.
However, to the public, it was expected.
Anton Cook was indeed such a legend.
He stood on the podium, spotlight focused on him.
A young man in a black suit, tall and slim, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes.
His brows seed forever frozen, exuding a aloof aura that warned people to keep a distance, yet this peculiar charm was intriguingly attractive.
He radiated blinding brilliance, as dazzling as a dream woven by God himself.
“I’ve received many awards, but this one holds entirely different aning for .
I thank the audience and fans for their support, and thank the judges for recognizing .
I will continue to endeavor and create more excellent works.”
The language was concise yet sincere.
The young man stood under the brilliance, his black eyes gazing into the cara.
His eyes were composed, ambitious, and also held a longing that no one understood.
Buddha once said, letting go brings ultimate freedom.
I’ve tried to let go, but ended up failing.
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