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

These brushstrokes

went red with outrage. “I can assure

in question. He reached out, tracing the

touching the painting.

work.

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

when I stepped behind

was near a corner of a hallway. Then, just as I reached it, I turned

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

tended not to ask too many questions when

I found many bedrooms, some closets or storage rooms, a

and then finally an office.

make sure it

was immaculately clean, with every pen in

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

next year’s insurance information.

Terry’s office at all.

in gold, even rooms

this room could easily be his accountant’s office, or just an office used to store paperwork.

up similar results. One drawer held a fancy paperweight with no papers underneath. The drawer nearest the desktop was filled with meticulously arranged pens and

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

away.

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

not that good.

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

people might stop believing.

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

held my breath, scared even the sound

that closed

moment for all sounds to cease,

hadn’t panicked, expecting there to be a knob to turn on the inside. There’was no lock on the inside. The only thing on the