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 artworks.

These brushstrokes look fake,” she said.

outrage. “I can assure

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

without actually touching

is his early work. If you look/closer

was even with the servants.

when I

I was near a corner of a

had no idea where

not to ask too many questions when hit with

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

and then finally an office.

sweeping my gaze across the office to make sure it was empty,

every pen in its place

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

year’s

at all. The walls were trimmed in gold, but I was

gold, even rooms he rarely visited.

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

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

The pens were all symmetrical and identical.

away.

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 good with numbers, but

not that good.

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 so

hour, people might

close to the door, suddenly, it slammed shut. A lock turned. I

scared even the sound of breathing too

that closed

all sounds to cease, and then I waited a minute more to be safe.

panicked, 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 was a keyhole.