The Paper Wife’s Empire novel Chapter 273

Her assistant replied instantly. “If you give the word, of course not.”

He paused, letting his next words sink in. “After all, you are the Covington family’s only heiress, the sole heir to the Covington Group.”

The words hit Flynn like a physical blow, the air catching in his lungs.

Could it be? Was Ramona the legendary Covington heiress, the one who had inherited a multi-billion-dollar fortune?

Eulalia’s eyes looked as if they were about to pop out of their sockets. When she finally processed what she’d heard, she refused to believe it.

Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Ramona was an orphan from a group home. There was no way she could be some wealthy heiress! She was just bluffing, hiring a few people to spin some ridiculous story to scare them.

Her mouth was still covered, so she could only thrash her body in protest.

“Now that you know who I am, Eulalia, you should understand how merciful I’ve been by only bankrupting the Holt Group,” Ramona said coldly. “Go back and tell your brother to have my things ready. I’ll send someone to collect them soon.”

With that, she turned and walked away.

Once, her hatred for Jotham had been all-consuming, and a single act of revenge felt insufficient. She had wanted to see him suffer, to watch him lose his career, his reputation, his relationships, and his family, piece by piece. Now, with the Holt Group an empty shell and the family on the verge of collapse, with Jotham and Brianna becoming pariahs in Havencrest City, her revenge was complete.

But the satisfaction she’d expected was absent, replaced by a profound sense of weariness. The Holts, Jotham—they weren’t worth it. They weren’t worth another second of her time. From this day forward, their fate was no longer her concern.

As soon as Ramona was gone, her assistant gestured to the bodyguards. “Take care of them. Teach them a lesson, but keep it quiet.”

Eulalia and Flynn were dragged unceremoniously from the venue. Ramona’s men delivered a harsh warning, especially to Eulalia, whose mouth had been the foulest. If their boss weren’t so forgiving, they’d both be spending a couple of nights in a jail cell.

“You sons of…” Eulalia started to shout, but Flynn lunged forward and clamped a hand over her mouth. He bowed and scraped until the bodyguards were gone.

The moment they left, Flynn dragged Eulalia back to their car.

“Are you insane?” he hissed after slamming the door. “Ramona is the Covington heiress, and you were cursing her out? That’s a death wish! The Holt family is finished, truly finished. Maybe you should just cut ties with your parents!”

“Honestly, Flynn. This was a huge opportunity for you, and you drop the ball!” Mr. Reed grumbled, ready to hang up. The venue was buzzing with influential people, and he needed to start networking.

“Wait, Mr. Reed!” Flynn said quickly. “I was just curious about the Covington heiress. Has she arrived yet?”

“You’re not even here, and you’re asking me this?” his boss snapped impatiently.

Just then, a wave of excitement swept through the hall as a graceful figure entered the central area, surrounded by a tight circle of security, and moved toward the head seat in the VIP section.

Someone next to Mr. Reed whispered, “That’s her. The Covington heiress, and the current CEO of the Covington Group.”

“So young?” Mr. Reed craned his neck, catching only a glimpse of her profile before security guards began ushering people to their seats.

“Did you see her?” Flynn pressed, hearing the commotion in the background.