Chapter 4

On Saturday night, the entrance of The Sovereign was lined with luxury supercars.

Chloe wore a designer gown, clinging to Logan’s arm as they walked in, surrounded by a large group of their friends.

Her makeup was flawless, and around her neck was a diamond necklace Logan had just bought by maxing out my credit card.

I stood at the side of the grand lobby, dressed in a sharp, tailored black suit.

The moment Logan spotted me, he shouted loudly.

"Scarlett! Didn't I tell you to wait at the entrance to welcome us? Why are you slacking off here?"

He pointed to his group of snobbish friends. "See? This is my fiancée. She works here. Everyone, go wild tonight! The tab is on her!"

The crowd cheered, their eyes scanning my body with dirty looks.

"So this is your girl, Logan? Nice body."

"I bet she’s real good with her hands, huh?"

Chloe walked over, pretending to be sweet as she grabbed my hand.

"Scarlett, did you get the Royal Suite ready? My friends are waiting."

I pulled my hand back, my expression completely blank.

"The Royal Suite is reserved for a high-profile guest tonight. You guys can have a standard medium room."

Logan’s face twisted in an instant.

"What did you say? Are you playing me, Scarlett? I literally gave you a two-hundred-dollar deposit!"

The people around them began to whisper.

"I thought you said you had this handled, Logan?"

"Can you actually pull this off or what?"

Feeling humiliated in front of his friends, Logan snapped. He lunged forward to grab my hair.

"You bitch! Do you want to die? Give us the Royal Suite right now!"

Before he could touch me, the general manager, Marcus, rushed over with several security guards.

"What's going on here? Who is causing a scene?"

When Marcus saw me, his eyes flickered, and he was about to speak.

But Chloe beat him to it. She pointed at me and screamed, "Manager! We want to report this woman! She's stealing company funds and soliciting bribes from customers!"

She pulled two hundred dollars from her bag and threw it onto the floor.

"She took our money but refused to give us our suite! How can you keep someone with dirty hands like her on your staff?"

Logan immediately chimed in, "Yes! I’m her fiancé, and I can prove it! She steals my money at home all the time, and she hooks up with random men behind my back!"

He pointed at my face, looking like a righteous citizen.

"This kind of trash is ruining your club's reputation! Fire her immediately!"

Marcus frowned, looking between me and Logan.

"Sir, you shouldn't make wild accusations."

"Accusations? I saw it with my own eyes!"

Taking advantage of my distraction, Logan slipped a diamond ring into my pocket.

His movement was incredibly swift. He thought nobody saw it.

But he forgot we were standing directly under the security cameras.

"Search her! There's definitely stolen goods in her pocket! She's not just a whore; she's a thief!"

The surrounding guests started to crowd around, whispering and pointing.

The security guard stepped forward and pulled the ring out of my pocket.

The crowd gasped.

Chloe gasped, covering her mouth in mock horror. "Oh my god, Scarlett... how could you?"

Logan smirked triumphantly, leaning close to my ear to whisper.

"Scarlett, you're done. Once you have a criminal record, you'll never recover."

"The apartment is mine, the savings are mine, and you can rot in prison. It saves me the trouble of finding an excuse to dump you anyway."

He took a step back and shouted, "Call the police! She needs to be locked up!"

Marcus stared at the ring, his face turning incredibly cold.

"Scarlett, do you have an explanation for this?"

My eyes swept over Logan, then landed on Chloe.

"An explanation?"

I pulled out my phone and dialed a number.

"Cast the security feed of the entire lobby onto the main digital screen right now."

"And notify the legal department. Have them bring the property deed for this building and all lease contracts. Get down to the lobby in five minutes."