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

real? These brushstrokes look fake,” she said.

went red with outrage. “I can

and the artwork in question. He reached out,

without actually touching

early work. If you look/closer

until I was even with the servants. None of them looked

care when I stepped

backwards until I was near a corner of a hallway. Then, just

had no idea where I

tended not to ask too many questions when hit with

head into every open door. I found many bedrooms, some closets or storage rooms, a few

rooms, and then

make sure it was

every pen in its place and no stray papers in sight.

opened the drawers, found one filled with manila folders, and began flipping through them. They all seemed innocuous: copies of electric and water bills, a statement from an internet provider,

next year’s insurance information.

Terry’s accountant, which made me wonder if this was even Terry’s office at all. The walls were trimmed in gold,

in gold, even

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

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

pens were all symmetrical and identical. They gave nothing

away.

room was likely a bust. Nothing here seemed to be incriminating in the slightest. Or, if it was, I

not that good.

be noticed enough for me

might

close to the door, suddenly, it slammed shut. A lock

froze and held my breath, scared even the sound of breathing

closed the door.

cease, and then I waited a minute more to be

hadn’t panicked, expecting there to be a knob to