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

These brushstrokes look fake,” she

with outrage. “I can assure you this is

her and the artwork in question. He reached out, tracing the lines of

without actually touching the

work. If

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

or care when I stepped

I continued to move backwards until I was near a corner of a hallway. Then, just as I reached it, I turned and darted down the

shown us down this hallway. I had no idea where I was going. But this was

ask too many

my head into every open door. I found many

then finally an office.

my gaze across the office to make sure it was empty, I

was immaculately clean, with every pen in

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

year’s insurance

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

things in gold, even rooms he rarely

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

no papers underneath. The drawer nearest the desktop was

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

away.

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

not that good.

be noticed enough for me to

people might stop believing.

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

breath, scared even the sound of breathing

closed the

sounds to cease,

I had heard the lock, I hadn’t panicked, expecting there to be a knob to