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

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

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

without actually touching

is his early work. If

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

notice or care when I stepped behind them.

my throat as I continued to move backwards until I was near a corner of

us down this hallway. I had no idea where I was going. But this was the only

too many questions when

found

then finally

to make sure it

with every pen in its place and no stray

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

next year’s insurance

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

even rooms he rarely

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

fancy paperweight with no papers

notepads. The pens were all symmetrical and identical. They

away.

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

not that good.

Maybe I still had time to check another room before my absence would be noticed enough for me to

hour, people might

suddenly, it slammed shut.

breath, scared even the sound of breathing too loudly would

closed

cease, and then

the lock, I hadn’t panicked, expecting there to be a knob to turn on the