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

of

this real? These brushstrokes

outrage. “I can assure you this is legitimate, young lady.”

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

actually touching the

is his early work.

was even with the servants. None of them looked at me. None seemed

notice or care when

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

hadn’t shown us down this hallway. I had no idea where

not to ask too many questions when hit with that

open door. I found many bedrooms, some closets or

and then finally an office.

make sure it was empty, I ducked

pen in its place

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

year’s insurance information.

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

in gold, even

decadence. So this room could easily be his

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

the notepads. The pens were all symmetrical and

away.

incriminating in the slightest. Or, if it was, I would need an accounting

not that good.

to check another room before my absence would be noticed enough for

might stop

it slammed shut. A lock turned. I heard footsteps

sound of breathing too loudly would bring

that closed the door.

waited for a long moment for all sounds to cease, and then

knob to turn on the inside. There’was no lock on