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.

this real? These brushstrokes look fake,” she

entire face went red with outrage. “I can assure you this is

the artwork in question. He

without actually touching the painting.

is his early work. If

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

notice or care when I stepped behind them.

throat as I continued to move backwards until I was near a

hadn’t shown us down this hallway. I had no idea where I was going.

tended not to ask too many questions when hit with that excuse.

found many bedrooms, some

rooms, and then finally

my gaze across the office to make sure it

clean, with every pen in its place and no stray papers in

flipping through them. They all seemed innocuous: copies of electric and water bills, a statement from an internet provider, an

next year’s insurance

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

even rooms he rarely

pride seemed to be directly connected to his decadence. So this room could easily be his accountant’s office, or

turned up similar results. One drawer held a fancy paperweight with no papers underneath. The drawer nearest the desktop

The pens were all symmetrical and identical. They gave nothing

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

not that good.

time to check another room before my absence would be noticed enough for me to be actively looked for.

might stop believing.

I came close to the door, suddenly, it slammed shut. A

the sound of

closed the

sounds to cease, and then I waited a minute

hadn’t panicked, expecting there to be a knob to turn on the inside. There’was no