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

of the artworks.

brushstrokes look fake,” she said.

face went red with outrage. “I can assure you this is legitimate, young lady.”

closer to her and the artwork in question. He reached out,

actually touching the painting.

is his early work. If

with the servants. None of them

when I

heart hammered all the way up into my throat as I continued to move backwards until I was near a corner

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

many

I found many bedrooms, some closets or

and then finally an office.

to make sure it was empty, I ducked

pen in its place and no stray

folders, and began flipping through them. They all seemed

next year’s insurance information.

wonder if this was even Terry’s office at all. The walls were

in gold, even rooms he

to his decadence. So this room could easily

One drawer held a fancy paperweight with no papers underneath. The drawer nearest the desktop was filled

the notepads. The pens were all symmetrical and identical. They gave nothing

away.

incriminating in the slightest. Or, if it was, I

not that good.

time to check another room before my absence would be noticed

people might

to the door, suddenly, it slammed shut. A lock turned. I heard footsteps walk

even the sound of

closed the

cease,

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