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

real? These brushstrokes look fake,” she said.

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

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

without actually touching the painting.

work. If you

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

care when I

until I was near a

idea where I was going. But this was the only

ask too many questions when hit with

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

rooms, and then finally an

my gaze across the office to make sure it was

clean, with every pen in its place

filled with manila folders, and began flipping through them. They all seemed

next year’s

by Terry’s accountant, which made me wonder if this was even Terry’s office at all. The walls were trimmed in gold, but I was learning from the tour that Terry

gold, even rooms

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

with no papers underneath. The drawer nearest the desktop was filled with meticulously arranged pens and notepads.

the notepads. The pens were all symmetrical

away.

a sigh, I realized this room was 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 to tell. I was

not that good.

made my way to the door. Maybe I still had time to check another room before my absence would be noticed enough for me to be actively looked for. My bathroom excuse would only carry me

might stop

to the door, suddenly, it slammed shut. A lock

scared even the sound of breathing too loudly would

that closed the

moment for all sounds to cease, and then

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

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