The Luna Choosing Game by Jane Above Story

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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.

These brushstrokes look fake,”

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

and the artwork in question. He reached out,

without actually touching

work. If

I was even with the servants. None of

when I

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

shown us down this hallway. I had no idea where I

to ask too many questions

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

then finally an office.

my gaze across the office to make sure it

was immaculately clean, with every pen in its place

manila folders, and began flipping through them. They all seemed innocuous: copies of electric and water bills, a

next year’s

at all.

gold, even rooms

connected to his decadence. So this room could easily be his

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

were all symmetrical

away.

here seemed to be incriminating in the slightest. Or, if it was, I would

not that good.

absence would be noticed enough for me to be

people might stop believing.

slammed shut. A lock

froze and held my breath, scared even the sound of

that closed

cease, and

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

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