The Luna Choosing Game by Jane Above Story novel Chapter 173

Chapter 0173 

It wasn’t that I didn’t believe Mark when he had told me that Julian had left the palace and hadn’t been 

seen since the morning, but I still had to snoop around some to be sure. I needed to talk to him so badly, t 

couldn’t just sit around and wait for him to return. 

I asked some of the servants and the more–friendly of the guards. But each person had the same story, 

more or less. No one had seen Julian or his Beta Brian since the morning Julian and I had talk to Williams. 

“It’s not unusual for him to disappear,” said one of the servants. “Prince Julian is a bit rebellious. 

Sometimes he would leave the palace for days at a time only to return with no explanation. No one’s ever 

really sure about that one.” 

That didn’t make me feel at all better. He would disappear for a few days? Surely he would know this time about the elimination ceremony. He wouldn’t leave me high and dry while he was off doing 

something foolish, would he? 

No, I couldn’t believe that. Much of Julian’s flakiness was a façade he put on. He took plenty of things 

seriously. 

Like our investigation. 

I didn’t want to admit to myself that I was worried about him. Nicholas had been right about one thing: investigating the underground organization was dangerous. 

Julian and I weren’t exactly friends, but I didn’t want to see him harmed. 

I half–hoped he had simply run off with some random girl for a while, being irresponsible but safe, rather than the alternative that he was actually in trouble. 

Either way, he wasn’t here now, so I couldn’t speak with him about securing my spot in the elimination. I could only hope that he would return in time, and that he would consider me in his selections. 

To give the candidates just a bit more time with the princes, that evening, a brief meetup was arranged in one of the sitting rooms. Since Julian was missing, only Nicholas and Joyce attended. The girls fully surrounded Nicholas, while Joyce had only two or three girls vying for his attention. 

Nicholas had locked eyes with me for a moment, before looking away. This was fine with me. I didn’t want to speak to him either. The presence of his emotionless mask hurt though, just a tiny bit. It seemed like he was treating me just as he did all the other girls. 

Wasn’t that what he had done earlier, too? He hadn’t spoken to me as a friend, he had commanded me as a prince. 

Fine Perfect. 

This is ridiculous,” said one of the girls near me, who had tried to get closer to Nicholas but was shoved away by the group circling him now. 

Tell me about it,” said another. “At this rate, we might as well see ourselves out. I don’t even think 

Prince Nicholas knows my name.” 

“Well, what about Prince Joyce?” asked the first. 

“Prince Joyce?” 

Both turned their heads to look at him. I did, too. He was chatting politely with the three girls near him,