Love For Nazyra
Chapter 19

Nazyra was ashamed to have to tell Ganindra about what had happened that night.

He opened his mouth heavily, "I don't want to be found by the man and I don't want anything to do with him in the future either. However, I dropped my diamond earrings in the room at the Hotel Gala which could cause my identity to be revealed, and I really did not want him to know about it. Mr Ganindra, can you help me get those earrings for me? Or I can get it myself as long as you give me permission to do it.

Ganindra's face grew blackened, her voice grew hoarse, "You don't want to get involved with her at all?"

After a pause, he said his next sentence coldly, "Do you hate it?"

"of course. He did that to me while I was drunk and unconscious. What difference does he have with those bastards who sexually abuse drunk girls ?"

Nazyra replied without hesitation, her expression showing hatred and a hint of fear. How much he wished he could hit the man if not for the extreme danger that the man emitted, and the feeling that he was incapable of offending him.

Ganindra's face showed a hideous expression, her thin lips pursed tightly as she sat upright as if she was an ice sculpture, emitting a great chill...

Nazyra was not sure if Ganindra would help her, seeing her was just silent. He constantly asked in a slightly worried tone, "Father will help me, won't you, sir Ganindra? . I am now your fiancee, so it would damage Mr. Ganindra's reputation if it was discovered that I was involved with that man. ."

Will his reputation be ruined? .It's good that Nazyra thought of this for him.

Ganindra stared at Nazyra with deep and enigmatic eyes that issued signs of a dark threat.

What did he say wrong? .

Nazyra thought uneasily that her sharp gaze had made her feel even more struck by her conscience. It seems he's not helping her.

Although doubts were seething within his head, he continued while still feeling puzzled, "Sir Ganindra......"

As if he refused to listen to her again, Ganindra replied with a grim face "Someone will give you those earrings." He stood up after finishing his words, his long legs running across the floor to head down.

Nazyra became stiff for a while, but she immediately let out a long sigh after seeing her towering back disappear from her sight.

Although Ganindra only mentioned that she would hand the earrings to him, but she was relieved because after Ganindra learned of the events of that night, she was, it would make the man's investigation that night to find his identity in the Gala Hotel much more difficult.

This meant that his identity would be safer to reveal.

To celebrate Nazyra's temporary safety from harm and her success earning the title of Presidential Fashion Designer, Ivanna proposed a party at the Club.

Vega Club is a favorite club of young people

among all the entertainment venues in S City.

The deafening, hot music played enthusiastically through the loudspeakers, and the floor was filled with countless men and women displaying their spirited dance moves. The atmosphere at the club was very good.

Ivanna grabbed Nazyra's hand through the many chairs to head to the floor and dance.

"Come on Zyra, let's dance."

"But I don't know how to."

"Don't worry, I'll teach you."

Ivanna suddenly stopped after taking

a few steps ahead. His eye. It was glued to the VIP floor in front of them,

familiar face, "Eh, that's Ganindra Megantara right?"

Nazyra followed his gaze and saw several youths sitting on the majestic and luxurious VIP bench, while Ganindra was sitting alone on the one-seat sofa.

Flickering lights danced on his body, making him seem extremely mysterious and luxurious.

It was as if there was telepathy in between

they, Ganindra looked up and set his gaze where

Nazyra.

In an instant, their eyes met and locked onto each other. Nazyra's heart leaped down her throat, and she quickly shifted her gaze as if she was engulfed in guilt.

With a swelling uneasiness inside her, she clung onto Ivanna and started pulling her to go the other way.

"Nazyra?!" Refal shouted from behind his back at that moment.

Nazyra did not stop her steps, wanted to pretend to hear nothing and kept moving.

However, Ivanna instead gripped him, her face showing an enigmatic grin as she said, "I think the man called you. He's walking towards us now."

At that time wasting time, Refal managed to get in front of Nazyra with a few big steps.

He smiled and said, "What a coincidence, Nazyra. Are you here to have fun?"

"Oh yes." Nazyra nodded her head awkwardly.

"Ganindra is also here with me. Why not come to sit together, because we've met each other?"

"No need ..." As Nazyra was about to decline the invitation, she was interrupted by Ivanna.

Ivanna smiled at Refal and interrupted,

"That sounds good! It's more fun when there's more people ."

"....." Nazyra.

Is his best friend a traitor?

Since the invitation was accepted, Nazyra had no choice but to follow Refal to the VIP floor. He immediately noticed Ganindra who was sitting quietly in a corner due to her strong presence.

There were many women there who glanced at him, trying to send teasing and perverted messages with their bewitching eyes.

"Why are you standing there, Nazyra? Please sit down." Refal pushed her to the sofa where Ganindra was sitting, calling her to sit next to him.

Nazyra had never interacted intimately with Ganindra in public other than that time during their engagement ceremony.

Looking at the man who took a breath in front of him, his heart stiffened from the strain.