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

with outrage. “I can assure you this is legitimate, young

question. He reached out, tracing the lines of

without actually touching the painting.

is his early work. If you look/closer

by step, I backed up until I was even with

when I

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

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

to ask too many

head into every open door. I found many bedrooms, some closets

rooms, and then

to make sure it

was immaculately clean, with every pen in its place

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

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

things in gold, even

So this room could easily be his accountant’s office, or just an office

papers underneath. The drawer nearest the desktop was filled

notepads. The pens were all symmetrical and

away.

slightest. Or, if it was, I would need an accounting degree to be able to

not that good.

another room before my absence would be noticed enough for me

might

door, suddenly, it slammed shut. A lock turned. I heard

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

that closed the

for a long moment for all sounds to cease, and then I

panicked, expecting there to be a knob to turn on the