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

this real? These brushstrokes look fake,” she

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

in question. He

without actually touching the

is his early work. If you look/closer

backed up until I was even with the

when

throat as I continued to move backwards until I was near a corner of a hallway. Then, just as I reached it,

had no idea

many questions when hit with that

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

and then finally an

office to make sure it was empty,

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

found one filled with manila folders, and began flipping through them. They all

year’s insurance information.

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

things in gold, even rooms he

could easily be his accountant’s office, or just an office used to

no papers underneath. The drawer nearest the desktop

The pens were all symmetrical and identical. They gave nothing

away.

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

not that good.

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

people might stop believing.

to the door, suddenly, it slammed

froze and held my breath, scared even the sound of breathing too loudly would bring back whoever it

closed

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

door. When I had heard the lock, I hadn’t panicked, expecting there to be a knob to turn on the inside. There’was no lock on