The Luna Choosing Game

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 sl*p 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 sl*p 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 about one of the artworks.

“Is this real? These brushstrokes look fake,” she said.

Terry’s entire face went red with outrage. “I can assure you this is legitimate, young lady.”

He walked closer to her and the artwork in question. He reached out, tracing the lines of the brushstrokes without actually touching the painting.

is his early work. If you look/closer

None of them looked at me.

all the way up into my throat as I continued to move backwards until I was near a corner

I had no idea where I was going. But this was the

many

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

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

with every pen in its place and no stray

and began fl*pping through them. They all seemed innocuous: copies of electric and water bills, a

walls were trimmed in gold, but

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

turned up similar 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

it was, I would need an accounting degree to be able to tell. I was good

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

door, suddenly, it slammed shut. A lock

froze and held my breath, scared even the sound of breathing too loudly would bring back whoever it was that

to cease, and then I

knob to turn on the inside. There’was no lock on the inside. The only thing on the door handle was a keyhole. No other locks were on the

I turned the

I was trapped.

going to do?