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

brushstrokes look fake,” she said.

“I can

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

touching the

early work.

with the servants. None of them

or care when I stepped behind them.

way up into my throat as I continued to move backwards until I was near

had no idea where

tended not to ask too many questions when hit with that

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

rooms, and then finally an

across the office to make

every pen in its

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

next year’s insurance information.

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

things in gold, even rooms he

seemed to be directly connected to his decadence. So this room could easily be his accountant’s office, or

drawers turned up similar results. One drawer held a fancy paperweight with no papers

The pens were all symmetrical

away.

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

not that good.

another room before my absence would be noticed enough for me to be actively looked for. My

people might stop

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

even the sound of breathing too loudly would bring back whoever it

closed

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

expecting there to be a knob to turn on the inside. There’was no lock on the inside. The only thing on the door handle