The Paper Wife’s Empire novel Chapter 318

If Liliane had only insulted her, Ramona might have kept her composure. But the woman’s venomous words were now directed at Ethan, and a hot rage flared within her.

Ethan himself was unfazed by the crude insults. But he was surprised—and deeply pleased—by Ramona’s fierce defense. He had to suppress a smile.

He was far more protective of her than she was of him. He could take the insults, but he would not allow anyone to speak to his wife that way.

“You?” Liliane shrieked, her voice cracking. “An orphan like you? Who else could you find in this city besides the Holts? Jotham may have played you, but you should have been grateful for the attention!”

Her initial hope of reconciling them had vanished, replaced by a bitter, all-consuming resentment.

“That’s enough!” the head of security interjected, disgusted by her cruelty.

“I’m speaking to a shameless—”

“You…” Ramona’s chest heaved with fury, but Ethan’s arm tightened around her, pulling her close.

“So, in the eyes of the Holts, deceit, fraud, and betrayal are considered… a blessing,” Ethan said, his voice deceptively soft.

He stroked her hair, as if to shield her from the verbal assault. The thought of all she had endured at the hands of these people filled him with a cold, protective rage.

Liliane froze. Jordon? The name was familiar. There was only one prominent Jordon family in the country—the discreet but immensely powerful family behind the international conglomerate, the Jordon Group.

But that was impossible. If this man was one of those Jordons, then not just the Holts, but even the wealthiest families in the city, like the Covingtons, would have to bow to them. The thought sent a wave of cold sweat down her back, and the color drained from her face.

“The Jordons… which Jordons? Don’t think you can fool an old woman like me!”

“There is only one Jordon family in Havencrest City,” Ramona said from the safety of Ethan’s embrace. “The one that owns the Jordon Group. Since you’re so curious, let me introduce you. My husband is Ethan Jordon, the CEO of the Jordon Group.”

The world tilted on its axis. Liliane staggered back, and the guards rushed to steady her, afraid she would collapse. They pitied the old woman. How could one person make such a catastrophic mistake? Her words today had just signed her family’s death warrant.