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

These brushstrokes look fake,”

outrage. “I can

artwork in question. He reached out, tracing the lines

actually touching the painting.

work. If you

until I was even with the servants.

care when I

into my throat as I continued to move backwards until I was near a corner of a hallway. Then, just as I reached it,

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

tended not to ask too many questions when hit with that

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

then finally

sweeping my gaze across the office to make sure it was empty, I ducked inside.

in its

flipping through them. They all seemed innocuous: copies of

year’s insurance

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

even

this room could easily be his accountant’s office,

One drawer held a fancy paperweight with no papers

The pens were all symmetrical and identical. They gave nothing

away.

incriminating in the slightest. Or, if it was, I

not that good.

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

close to the door, suddenly, it slammed

breath, scared even the sound of breathing

closed

to cease,

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