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.

work. If you

up until I was even with the servants. None of them looked at me. None seemed to notice or care

to move backwards until I was near a corner of

I had no idea where

too many questions when hit

open door. I found many bedrooms, some closets or

office to make

was immaculately clean, with every pen in its place and no

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

all. The walls were trimmed in

directly connected to his decadence. So this room could

with no papers underneath. The drawer nearest the desktop was

The pens were all symmetrical

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

another room before my absence would be noticed enough for me to be actively looked for. My

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

the sound of breathing too loudly would

cease, and then I waited a

When I had heard the lock, I hadn’t 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. No other locks were

anyway. Maybe I had been hearing things. Yet when I turned the doorknob, it

I was trapped.

going