The Paper Wife’s Empire novel Chapter 29

Yet Ramona remained seated, perfectly composed, her calm demeanor entirely genuine, not the least bit feigned.

The event coordinator, sensing she wasn’t someone to be easily placated, nearly pleaded, “Ms. Jarrett, we admit—it was a mistake on our part! We can immediately arrange for a better seat for you, I promise you won’t be slighted again!”

He lowered his voice, almost apologetic. “It’s just… this seat has been reserved for a long time. Our headline guest is about to arrive, and I beg you, please don’t make things too difficult for me. I’m only a junior manager…”

The longer Ramona held her ground, the more awkward the standoff became. Whether she stayed or left, it was clear things wouldn’t end gracefully.

Solenne, barely able to hide her gloating, chimed in with a smirk, “Some people just don’t know when to quit. In the end, they only embarrass themselves. How pathetic.”

Her words were like fuel on a smoldering fire. Soon, whispers started rippling through the guests; most agreed Ramona should simply give up the seat. At least then, she could claim she was showing courtesy to the organizers, preserving a shred of dignity. If, instead, she was forcibly removed or got into a public dispute, things would turn ugly fast.

Ramona’s lips curved in a faint smile. She straightened in her chair, took a measured breath, and spoke with unhurried poise, “I understand mistakes can happen with large events.”

But her eyes landed on the now-pale-faced manager, and her words turned sharp. “But I represent Covington Group. Being seated here today isn’t just about me—it’s about the reputation of the Covington family.”

She let that sink in, then continued, “First, you forgot my name card. Now, because of a VIP who hasn’t even arrived, you want to move me to some last-minute seat. Are you saying the Covington family’s standing isn’t worth your proper attention?”

The room went utterly still. Everyone knew the weight the Covington family carried. The organizers’ handling of this was more than a misstep—it bordered on disrespect.

Beads of sweat formed on the manager’s brow. He opened his mouth to protest, but Ramona pressed on, “And as for your soon-to-arrive guest, I’m sure they meant well by accepting your invitation. But if your blunder leads to them being accused of ‘stealing the Covington family’s seat,’ I doubt that’s what your honored guest would want.”

She made her point clear: this mess was the organizers’ fault, and there was no reason to pit her against the incoming VIP.

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