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

brushstrokes look fake,” she

“I can assure you this is legitimate, young lady.”

in question.

actually touching the

work. If you look/closer

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

notice or care when

into my throat as I continued to move backwards until I was near

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

not to ask too many questions when

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

rooms, and then finally

gaze across the office to make

desk was immaculately clean, with every pen in

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

next year’s insurance information.

if this was even Terry’s office at all. The walls were trimmed in gold, but I was learning

even rooms he rarely visited.

directly connected to his decadence. So this room could

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

on the notepads. The pens were all symmetrical and identical.

away.

the slightest. Or, if it

not that good.

I still had time to check another room before my absence would be noticed enough

might

suddenly, it slammed shut. A lock

my breath, scared even the sound of breathing

that closed the

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

to turn on the inside. There’was no lock on the inside. The only thing on the door handle was a keyhole.