The Billionaire's True Heiress: From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 71

Claire had barely stepped out of the bathroom when she spotted Lance standing in the hallway. He was leaning against the wall, smoking like he owned the place.

She nearly jumped out of her skin.

Seriously? Was he stalking her now?

Claire took a step back, glaring. “Lance, are you out of your mind?”

Did he really follow her all the way to the bathroom? Did he think there was something magical about the air out here?

“Where are you living right now?” Lance asked, crushing his cigarette underfoot, his eyes fixed on her.

Claire frowned, putting even more space between them. “Why do you care?”

“You were my sister for eighteen years. Am I not allowed to ask how you’re doing?” Lance frowned too, like he couldn’t believe how prickly she was acting.

“Save that fake concern for Cindy,” Claire shot back. “She’s your real sister, remember? You don’t need to worry about me.”

Lance looked her up and down, almost amused. “Are you jealous?”

Claire’s eyes widened. She could barely believe what she was hearing. “Are you even listening to yourself?”

“Why would I be jealous?”

“Because I care more about her,” Lance said, suddenly serious.

The look on Claire’s face made it pretty clear she thought he was delusional. He hated that.

“Do you really hear what you’re saying?” Claire was done with this conversation. Lucky for her, the bell rang at that moment.

“Class is starting. Don’t waste my time,” she said, turning to leave.

Claire rolled her eyes. “I told you already, I don’t want your apartment. I have somewhere to stay.”

“Are you deaf, Lance? Can’t you understand plain English?”

Lance’s scowl deepened. He clearly didn’t appreciate being yelled at. He remembered when Claire was little, all soft cheeks and sweet smiles. She was nothing like that now.

“I know you made twenty million from that Agarwood pillow or whatever, but don’t think that’s a ton of money. In Silverpeak, you can’t even buy a villa with that. You should be careful with your money.”

He shoved his hands into his pockets and walked off.

Claire almost threw the keys at his back but stopped herself at the last second.

She hurried into the classroom, passing Cindy’s desk on the way. Without slowing down, she tossed the apartment keys onto Cindy’s notebook.

“Here. These are for Lance’s apartment across the street. Do me a favor and give them back to him.”