The Paper Wife’s Empire novel Chapter 6

The people around immediately understood and hurried to relay the message, “Go, Mr. Jordon just gave word. Tell them there’s no need to verify that young lady’s finances. She’s the Covington family heiress.”

There was only one Covington family in Havencrest City. The Covingtons were not only the city’s wealthiest, but legendary. Yet, no one had ever heard of them having a daughter.

Ramona settled back onto the sofa.

Seeing this, the female manager finally lost her patience.

“Listen, miss,” she snapped, “don’t overestimate yourself. I’ve already told you, purchasing a property here requires proof of assets. Maybe you have a bit of money, but buying one of these homes is probably your limit. Please stop wasting Ms. Huxley’s time—or I’ll have security escort you out.”

This time, Ms. Huxley seemed surprisingly calm, even amused. She scoffed and shoved the manager aside.

“It’s fine, I’ll wait. I’d love to see what supposed privilege she thinks she has.”

“But let’s be clear,” she added, voice chilly, “if you don’t have any special status and you dare waste my time, you’ll get down on your knees and beg my forgiveness. Otherwise, don’t blame me for what happens next.”

The woman looked to be barely twenty, maybe even younger than Ramona—a spoiled socialite through and through.

Ramona gave a faint, easy smile. “Alright. But if I do have that privilege, will you kneel and apologize to me?”

“You—!”

Before Ms. Huxley could retort, a man in a suit came running over, mopping sweat from his brow.

“Miss, I—I apologize! You do have priority. So sorry for our rudeness, please accept my sincerest apologies.”

The male manager was stunned. He’d just been about to verify Ramona’s finances when he got the call: the woman he’d been dealing with had billions to her name,and was the long-lost daughter of the Covington family, the wealthiest in the city.

The female manager, still confused and trying to protest, was pulled aside and whispered to. Her legs gave out, and she dropped straight to her knees.

She scrambled to apologize before she’d even managed to stand up. “I’m so, so sorry, Ms. Covington. I didn’t recognize who you were. Please, forgive my ignorance and offense...”

Ms. Huxley was dumbstruck.

Ms. Covington?

Could it really be that Covington family?

In Havencrest City, if the Covingtons so much as sneezed, the whole financial world would catch a cold.

“Let’s move forward with the paperwork. I have other things to do,” Ramona said, uninterested in the drama but still finding their sudden change of heart a bit too quick.

The manager hurried off to fetch the contract. Once Ramona signed, staff rushed to process the formalities.

“You’re the Covington daughter? How come I’ve never seen you before?” Ms. Huxley stared at Ramona, mind reeling.

She knew all the Covington heirs her age—except for this one.

“The Covington family? Please, this is a joke!” Ms. Huxley grew more suspicious, convinced everyone was conspiring to humiliate her. She shot a look at her bodyguard, who prepared to step in.

But before anyone could react, a new group of men in black suits swept into the lobby, blocking Ms. Huxley and her entourage.

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