Love For Nazyra
Chapter 66

With the sound of something tearing, Bella cut the seams in her dress, and with a slow and sharp pull, everything slipped off like fabric.

He threw it at Nazyra's face proudly and arrogantly.

"Live another twenty minutes until the opening sequence. Take your shabby dress and leave now."

As she hugged her broken clothes, Nazyra felt a chill envelop her skin, as if she had been locked up inside an ice cave.

He has the most potential this time to win the championship, and his dream since childhood is almost realized. It was right before his eyes, and he just needed to take another step and his dream would come true. He will be able to stand on the most magnificent stage and be celebrated as the most famous designer.

But...

Everything is ruined at this moment. He's forever lost his chance.

Nazyra had no recollection of how she could get out of the design competition venue. The night wind howled around him, and all he could feel was the chill striking his bones.

He stepped forward with his rigid body aimlessly, and he did not even dare to look back.

At the match venue.

The competition finally began, and each model performed with each wearing designer clothes that qualified for the final .

Among the spectators, quite a number were supporters of Nazyra, even among those who held up flickering support boards inscribed with the name Nazyra.

In this competition, Nazyra had the highest support among the candidates. Almost everyone was looking forward to what kind of extraordinary clothes he would make this time.

However, when it was finally Nazyra's turn to model walking on stage, she was nowhere to be seen.

"What's wrong? Why didn't the Nazyra model show up now?"

"Is there a problem?"

The crowd exploded in discussion, and a commotion slowly broke out there .

In the jury's seat, the three jurors turned to look at Ganindra at the same time.

One of those who sat closest to him whispered, "Sir Ganindra has been a long time, but Nazyra has yet to appear. Should we send someone to look for him, or will we continue the competition? "

They are polite even though they argue that ineligible participants should be revoked and the event should proceed with another.

However, due to the ambiguous relationship between Ganindra and Nazyra, no one dared to impose their opinions and voice their discontent.

Since the beginning of the event, Ganindra did not look very happy. His deep gaze was directed towards the stage where the contestants would enter.

He sat elegantly in his chair, yet he exuded a dangerous aura.

Tommy approached and bowed near Ganindra's ear while whispering, "Sir, I don't know what is going on, but someone told me that he watched Ms. Nazyra leave the backstage half an hour ago. It seemed..he had given up on his participation in this competition."

Ganindra's facial expression became increasingly dark. The next moment, he stood up abruptly and stepped towards the outside of the venue.

The three judges were confused by his actions, "Ganindra sir, where are you going?"

The competition was still going on, so how could a jury leave the place all of a sudden?

However, their questions remained unanswered as the tall figure of Ganindra disappeared from their vision very quickly.

The three judges exchanged glances without knowing what to do next.

Mr. Ganindra has left, they lack one judge. How can they continue the competition?

He sat by the window, and his forehead leaned against the window. His gaze was emotionless and seemed empty, as if he had turned into a lifeless puppet with no life.

The bus was about to reach the next stop, and two girls stood up preparing to get off the bus.

When they passed through Nazyra, they glanced at him once more. It seems they somehow recognized him.

One of the girls inched closer and asked, "Sister, are you Nazyra?"

Nazyra looked at them with confusion in her eyes. These two girls were completely foreign to him. He's never seen them before.

The girl hurriedly pushed her phone that was playing live streaming video towards Nazyra.

"I'm a huge fan of the Denar Fashion Design Contest, and I've been a huge fan of Nazyra since the semi-finals of the competition. You look so much like him. Are you Nazyra?"

Nazyra's eyes gradually reddened as she stared at the familiar final venue and the runaway stage for the models.

She bit her lips hard to suppress the angry feeling in her heart "You guys mistook me for her. I'm not Nazyra."

The girl looked at Nazyra with doubt in her eyes. It seemed that he found Nazyra's words hard to believe.

Another girl spoke, "Nazyra will be at the competition spot now. It's almost his turn."

"You're right."

The girl nodded with a smile at Nazyra, "I'm really sorry that you guys are so similar to each other. I've mistaken you."

Nazyra pursed her lips without saying anything but there was a stifling bitter taste in her heart.

It turned out that since the semi-finals of the competition, he had gained a lot of fans. However, after what happened tonight, all of his hard work and previous efforts had gone into smoke.

The two girls got off the bus, and inside the bus went back to their usual silence.

Nazyra felt very upset as she leaned against the window helplessly. Immediately, he fell asleep as he closed his eyes.

He was still in a half-sleep state when he heard a middle-aged man speak, "Oh, you've reached the last stop. It's time to get down."

Last stop?

Nazyra opened her eyes despite her confusion. He didn't plan to go down at the last stop.

Has he missed his goal?

This was truly an infernal attack of misfortune that stuck out for him.

Nazyra dragged her luggage down from the bus, and she was met with a cold wind that made her shudder.

He scanned his surroundings and looked like he was in a remote rural area. There were no decent bus stops here, and he didn't see any other modes of transportation nearby.

Nazyra immediately asked, "Sorry, but I have missed my goal. May I know where I can take the bus back?"

"This is the last bus today. There will be no buses coming back. If you want to go home, call a friend to pick you up. It's a secluded place, and there's a cemetery there. Very rarely does a taxi pass by here."

After hearing that, Nazyra was slightly stunned. He felt a sense of unease creeping over him as well all of a sudden.

He checked the area in front, and sure enough, there was a large gate several hundred meters away, and a large signboard stood at the entrance: XXX Public Funeral Venue.

The bus left the location, and the surroundings were instantly engulfed in a silent silence . There was no sign of any other humans around him.