The Luna Choosing Game by Jane Above Story

Chapter 0265

While the princes were giving interviews with the camera crews, Terry and a few of his servants

escorted the candidates, including myself, on a tour of his mansion.

When the plan had been suggested, I had seen the worry in both Nicholas’s and Julian’s gazes, but their

concern was merely blinding them to the benefits of such a move. If I could take the tour, perhaps Terry

would show us to some of his more private offices. And if I could slip away…

I tried to convey as such with my eyes, unable to privately speak with Nicholas and Julian, but my efforts

only seemed to double their worry. I wouldn’t be waylaid from my plan, however. This was the reason we

had even pushed to have this event.

We needed the dirt on Terry, and this was the perfect way to find it.

Terry led the way, with the candidates behind, and the servants following. I had hoped there would be

enough of us that I would have a chance to slip away. As it was, Terry kept me in his shadow. He touched

my wrist when I dared stray too far from his side.

The gleam in his eyes made me nervous to openly disobey, almost like that was what he wanted me to

do, so that he could put into practice his promise of… breaking me.

I shuddered at the thought. I could only imagine the horrors of what that would entail. From what it

sounded like, my consent was not a part of the equation.

Finally, after several long minutes of waiting for Terry’s guard to drop, Jessica stopped him and asked

one of the artworks.

brushstrokes look

face went red with outrage. “I can assure you

artwork in question. He reached out, tracing the lines

touching

is his early work. If

I backed up until I was even with the servants. None of them looked at me.

notice or care when I stepped behind them.

the way up into my throat as I continued to move backwards until I was near a corner of a hallway. Then, just as I reached it, I turned and darted down

I had no idea where I was going. But this was the only

tended not to ask too many questions

into every open door. I found many bedrooms, some

and then finally an office.

the office to make sure it was empty, I

immaculately clean, with every pen in

drawers, found one filled with manila folders, and began flipping through them. They all seemed innocuous: copies of electric and water bills,

year’s insurance

made me wonder if this was even Terry’s office at all. The walls were trimmed in gold, but I was learning from the tour that

in gold, even rooms he rarely visited.

directly connected to his decadence. So this room could easily

with no papers underneath. The drawer nearest

notepads. The pens were all symmetrical

away.

a bust. Nothing here seemed to be incriminating in the slightest. Or, if it was, I would need an accounting degree to be able to tell. I was good with

not that good.

room before my absence would be noticed enough for

might stop

the door, suddenly, it slammed

even the sound of breathing too loudly would

that closed

long moment for all sounds to cease, and then I waited a minute more to be

When I had heard the lock, I hadn’t panicked, expecting there to be a knob to turn on the