The Paper Wife’s Empire novel Chapter 272

“Ramona?”

Flynn frowned. The moment he saw her, he’d wanted to approach her, but her bodyguards immediately blocked his path.

Ramona shot them a dismissive glance, uninterested in engaging. Without a word, she turned to leave.

“Ramona! You stop right there! Don’t think you’re so high and mighty just because you scammed my family out of our money and company! Who are you trying to fool, pretending you’re some big-shot CEO?”

“I’m telling you, you bitch! You’re nothing but my brother’s sloppy seconds! You’re a scheming little rat from the gutter! You’ll pay for all the dirty things you’ve done! One day, you’ll get exactly what you deserve!”

Seeing Ramona ignore her, Eulalia completely lost it. Forgetting why she was even there, she started struggling with the bodyguards, screaming abuse at the top of her lungs.

“Eulalia, that’s enough!” Flynn hissed, his face flushing with embarrassment, but he was powerless to control her.

The commotion quickly drew the attention of other guests, and the venue’s security team hurried over.

Ramona could have walked away, but Eulalia’s words made her pause. A slow smirk played on her lips.

Her assistant leaned in and murmured a few words to the head of security. This was a private matter concerning the young lady of the Covington family, and he hoped they would handle the aftermath discreetly.

The security chief understood immediately. He ordered his men to maintain a perimeter, dispersing the onlookers. They even shut down the check-in table at the entrance and moved it inside, opening a new route for arriving guests and effectively sealing off the area.

Someone had dared to curse the Covington heiress—they were in for a rough time. To give Ramona space to vent, the security team made themselves scarce, ensuring they’d have plausible deniability if anything unexpected happened.

Within minutes, the crowd around Ramona and Eulalia had dwindled to almost nothing.

Flynn and Eulalia, however, were too caught up to notice. All they saw was Ramona, elegantly clicking toward them in her heels.

“Ramona, please don’t mind her. Eulalia’s just emotional right now. We can talk about this…” Flynn tried to de-escalate the situation. After all, he wasn’t a Holt. If Ramona had the skill to take over the company, that was her business. He wanted no part in their feud.

But with a single look from Ramona, Flynn was seized from behind, his hands pinned and his mouth covered.

“Eulalia, did I hear you correctly? Were you just cursing at me?” Ramona asked, a faint smile on her lips as she stood before her.

Eulalia was being restrained by three bodyguards, her mouth also muffled. But at Ramona’s nod, the man holding her mouth let go.

Ramona walked behind Eulalia and plucked a Holt Group business card from her open handbag.

“So, you came here looking for investors. But does a family like yours even belong at a summit like this?”

“Mmph—mmph!” Eulalia glared at Ramona, her eyes red with fury, able to make only muffled sounds of protest.

Flynn, however, had gone completely still. He knew when he was beaten and made no attempt to struggle, trying instead to send pleading glances at Ramona.

But she didn't even look at him.

“It seems some people just have to learn the hard way,” Ramona murmured, tossing the business card onto Eulalia’s chest. She turned to her assistant and asked loudly, for all to hear, “If I were to put the word out that anyone at this summit who helps the Holt family is making an enemy of the Covington Group, what do you think would happen? Do you think anyone would invest in their bankrupt company?”

Eulalia’s mind went blank.

What was Ramona saying? What was this nonsense about the Covington Group? As if she had any right to speak for them.