My Boyfriend Stole My Crown for his Fake Princess Chapter 04
Charlotte’s POV
Carter goes through every pocket, then takes off his watch and pulls off his necklace. He holds them out to the manager.
“These are limited edition pieces, worth a fortune. Just keep these as collateral. I’ll wire the money tomorrow.”
The manager glances at them, expression flat. “We don’t accept personal items as collateral. Pay now, or we’ll be calling campus security.”
The people who were praising him minutes ago now step back.
Savannah strolls forward and pulls a black card from her designer bag. She shoots Carter a disgusted look. “Pathetic.”
Then she turns to the manager, voice dripping with arrogance. “Run this. This wouldn’t even cover my coffee run.”
Classmates swarm around her immediately..
“Savannah, you’re too good to him!”
“That’s the Alpha King’s daughter for you. So generous.”
“Carter’s so lucky to know someone like you.”
The manager takes the card, frowning. “Savannah Wayland?”
He looks up, hesitation in his voice. “Apologies, but I need to verify something. From what I understand, the Alpha King’s daughter should be-”
Savannah’s face changes. She cuts him off sharply. “What does a restaurant manager know about royal protocol? I already told everyone, I took my mother’s name. Are you questioning who I am?”
“You seriously don’t recognize the Alpha King’s daughter?”
“Savannah already posted photos on the forum. The whole school knows.”
The manager hesitates, then nods. “My apologies.”
The card goes through.
I watch all of this through the glass.
After spending over an hour in the lounge, I decide to head back to campus.
The driver takes me back. As we enter downtown, we pass a familiar apartment building. I bought it months ago, planning to move in with Carter once the renovations were done. But he grew colder and I stopped bringing it up. The place just finished recently. I haven’t had time to sort through the things I left there.
Since we’re passing by anyway, might as well check it out. Maybe I can find someone to take it off my hands. “Pull over here,” I tell him.
I get out and look up. My floor is lit up. I can hear laughter and music drifting down.
I frown. The contractors wouldn’t still be working.
I head upstairs quickly. When I reach the door, it’s ajar.
Savannah’s voice floats out. “I just moved in recently, still getting settled. Took me forever to find this place. The view of downtown at night is perfect.”
I push the door open.
Savannah sits on the couch with a wine glass, playing hostess as she talks to classmates. Carter stands nearby pouring drinks. Takeout boxes and snack bags cover the coffee table. Some people flip through books. I left on the shelves. Someone else opens the storage boxes I put in the corner.
Everyone freezes when they see me,
“Charlotte?” A girl sounds shocked. “How’d you get in here?”
“She totally followed us.
“No shame at all. Breaking into Savannah’s place.”
Savannah sets down her glass, her expression darkening. “Charlotte, how did you get into my apartment?”
I scoff. “Your apartment?”
“Of course it’s mine.” Savannah stands and walks over. “My father gave me this place as a coming–of–age gift. You just broke into private property. I could call the cops right now.”
Classmates jump in immediately.
“Yeah, Savannah just said it’s hers.”
“Charlotte, don’t push it.”
I pull out my phone and call property management.
“Hi, this is the owner of unit 208. Can you confirm the registered owner for me?”
The property manager’s voice comes through. “Unit 208 is registered under your name. Do you need any assistance?”
“No, thanks.”
I hang up and look at Savannah.
The classmates‘ expressions waver.
But Savannah laughs. “Property manager? Charlotte, your actor needs better training. How do we knowthat wasn’t someone you set up ahead of time?”
The classmates immediately chime back in.
“Right, that trick’s pretty obvious.”
“Savannah already said it’s hers. Charlotte’s still playing games.”
Carter speaks up too. “Charlotte, haven’t you caused enough trouble? Just leave already. Don’t embarrass yourself.”
Savannah elegantly settles back on the couch and takes a leisurely sip of wine. “I’ve been living here all this time. Never seen any property manager you’re talking about. Next time you hire someone, Charlotte, at least make it believable.”