GETTING THE HEART OF THE CEO

John is arriving at that moment.

“How dare you speak to the woman who raised you like that, you’re a disgrace,” he said, raising his hand to slap his daughter. He felt a strong hand pressing down, and he let out a groan of pain.

“Don’t touch my wife,” Kyle growled with a dark look.

“Mr. Pratt, my daughter just insulted the woman who protected her like a mother. I don’t know where the education we instilled in her went,” John asserted angrily.

“Is hitting her the best solution?” Kyle released John and positioned himself next to his wife, putting an arm around her waist to continue. “Now she is my wife, and no one…” he fixed a murderous gaze on the people in front of him, “I mean, no one lays a finger on her. Anyone who dares to touch her will get to know me.”

John felt uncomfortable and swallowed hard; now he understands that he can’t mess with that brat, or his company’s actions could be affected.

Karen was fuming, unable to believe the luck of that brat for marrying that tyrant, she mentally whispered. ‘At some point, I’ll make her pay for this humiliation.’

“Sorry, sir, it won’t happen again,” John said, frightened.

Lindsey smiled bitterly, unable to believe that these wretches feared the power of a man. With elegance, she let herself be guided.

Kyle turned his back with his wife; he suppressed the anger, making their way through the guests and chatting with the hosts.

In a room, several models were getting ready to showcase exclusive dresses from new fashion designers. Courney threw a tantrum because she wanted to choose the dress for the finale. When told that Hugo Pratt himself determined the final dress, she stopped protesting.

“Miss, here’s water for you to hydrate. Remember, you have to shine tonight,” Luan smiled gently with a tray containing a water bottle and a glass. When he went to serve the water, Courney snatched the tray from his hands with ill will.

“Get your disgusting hands off my glass. I’ll serve myself. Disappear from my sight. I can’t stand weirdos near me,” she uncapped the bottle, poured the liquid into the glass, and made a disgusted face as she watched the colorful Luan disappear.

Courney took another sip of water and stood up for Stefany to help her put on the dress.

“You better not sit again. You are the star of the night, the one who closes the show, and you have to look perfect.”This material belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

“Thanks, dears,” she was excited. That night was hers, and nothing could overshadow it.

“Remember not to open your arms until the end of the runway. The audience must appreciate the subtlety of the lace.”

Courney said nothing, walking to the entrance, waiting to be called.

Each of the models elegantly walked the runway. It was Courney’s turn. She came out radiant with a modeled smile, wearing a sleeveless white lace dress. When she reached the edge of the stage, she opened her arms. The lace pulled, the magical clasp at the back of the dress and a ribbon in the front connecting the two parts of the dress, it fell like a waterfall, without giving her time to react.

Some present were left with their mouths open; others started gossiping. The camera flashes kept blinking, and the young ones took out their mobile phones.

Courney was completely naked, only in her underwear. Her reaction was to cover her breasts with her hands, and she began to sob while screaming.

“This is your fault, you wretch. You’ll pay for this. Turn off the damn cameras.”

People didn’t know who she was talking about; they just looked at each other embarrassed. There were also those who felt sorry for the girl.

A man who was a guest quickly got on stage and put his coat around her.

“Don’t touch me with your dirty perverted hands,” she screamed hysterically.

“I’m just trying to cover you so they won’t keep staring,” the man shouted.

“Who asked for your help, idiot?”

The man of sorrow turned around, leaving her alone on the stage, and immediately stepped down. Courtney, nervous, threw a tantrum. Her stomach growled, and spontaneously, unable to control it, she released some foul-smelling intestinal gases. Those nearby had to move a few meters away due to the unpleasant odor.

John and Kathen managed to reach her and took her out from the backstage. Freed kept his distance, laughing as he calculated who was the perpetrator of that misdeed.

‘Poor friend of mine, if he plays a trick on my sister-in-law, I’d rather have her as a friend.’

An hour earlier, he observed a red-haired woman with wavy hair and green eyes that caught his attention. She headed to the dressing room assigned to the models. Later, a young man in colorful clothing and glasses entered.

Lindsey found amusement in watching the spectacle. Courtney owed her several punishments, and she was collecting on one of them, for all the times Courtney had humiliated her since she was eight. Lindsey shuddered with remorse because that wasn’t her nature, but she knew that if she didn’t teach her a lesson and show her what she was capable of, Courtney would continue to humiliate her.

‘I hope, sister, that with this punishment, you understand that you can’t keep trampling on me; otherwise, I’ll make you pay dearly,’ she murmured under her breath.

Kyle studied every gesture in his wife’s expression and, with a mischievous smile, said, “Do you have anything to do with this?”

Lindsey startled, lowered her gaze a bit, and with a sweet voice replied, “No! Why would it have to be me? Knowing her, she must have more enemies.”

Nervousness betrayed her. Kyle, with a deep and sensual voice, spoke close to her ear, “Your nose is going to grow like Pinocchio, you little trickster. I already have your punishment in mind.”

Lindsey was paralyzed, trying to stammer something, but she didn’t know what to say.

Grandpa Hugo, recovering from laughter, intervened, “Dear granddaughter, you nailed it with that revenge. Remember that in this type of event, nothing happens that I don’t know about.” He looked at his grandson. “You accompany me for a moment; Sussan will stay with my granddaughter for a second.”