GETTING THE HEART OF THE CEO

Kyle took her hand, and they headed to the event.

The anniversary was celebrated at one of the city's most exclusive hotels, owned by the Pratts, one of their many properties in the country.

As guests arrived, cameras quickly snapped photos. When a black Ferrari arrived, journalists surrounded it. Seeing Kyle emerge, they prepared to take photos but were surprised when he turned right to open the car door. "Is his wife his companion?"

"He always shows up alone at events."

"We need to take the best photos of his companion, get ready."

"Did you see his expression?"

Journalists were astonished by Kyle's relaxed look. "Where was the somber man who always arrived alone?" wondered another journalist.

When the door opened, a delicate hand emerged, and Kyle held it to help her out. The angelic beauty caught everyone's attention, and camera flashes began. Kyle placed his right hand on Lindsey's waist, and they started moving towards the venue's interior.

Journalists were amazed by the stunning beauty walking beside the president of Pratt Enterprises. The couple exuded elegance.

Kyle noticed the journalists' reactions.

"Even the journalists are dazzled by my charming wife."

"I'm so nervous; I didn't pay attention to them."

After walking down the hallway, everyone saw another couple arriving. Some commented on how radiant they looked, and other women envied being the ones holding onto handsome Kyle's arm.

From afar, a woman was furious, 'I can't believe he arrived with that opportunist.'

The couple approached the table where Grandpa Hugo and Sussan were sitting.

Grandpa Hugo smiled at them. "Kyle, you've brought your lovely wife." He extended his hand to Lindsey, and she gave it to him; he planted a tender kiss on it and looked up. "Lin, you look beautiful, like a doll." "Thank you, Grandpa. Congratulations on the company anniversary!"

"Thank you. I knew behind that facade was a lovely girl."

"Dear, where were you hiding that beauty? When I saw you enter arm in arm with my son, I couldn't believe you were the same person I saw in the records," Sussan interjected. "Thank you, Mrs. Sussan. I like to keep a low profile."

"No 'Mrs.,' I told you, just Sussan," she stood up, approached, and kissed Lindsey on the cheek. "How are you, my dear son?" She also greeted him with a kiss on the forehead. Catrina then approached, flirting and swaying her hips, giving Kyle a kiss on the corner of his mouth, getting very close to him.

"How are you, darling? Glad to see you," she said sweetly.

"Catrina, can you keep your distance in front of the company president?" Sussan protested, annoyed by the little woman.

"Sorry, Sussan, but I'm just saying hello to Kyle," she replied playfully.

Kyle was losing patience, knowing that his "doll" matters more to him than he thinks.

"Catrina!" he continued, irritated. "I ask for a little respect in front of my wife."

"I hope my presence isn't a problem for you, ma'am," she said, looking at Lindsey with irony.

"Don't worry; I see that my husband and you are well acquainted."

Lindsey wanted to run away; mentally she whispered, 'The rumors on social media must be true. This is the famous model they've seen him with in public.'

She tried to wriggle out of his grip, but he had her pressed against the waist. She could only dig her nails into his arm to make him let go, but he didn't give in.

"We know each other very well; everyone here knows that Kyle got married out of obligation. So, we can keep pretending," she said.

"Catrina, shut up, unless you want me to forcibly remove you from this place," Kyle shouted, annoyed. He wanted to escort her out himself, but looking at people around chatting calmly, he sighed and maintained composure. "I better go get a drink."

"You're not moving from my side. You're my wife, and I'll explain everything about her at home."

"Enough! Catrina, show some respect, leave my sight, or I'll drag you out of here myself," the grandfather exclaimed, indignant.

Catrina huffed, turned around, and walked away, swaying her hips as if nothing happened. She knew she would lose if she caused a scene; she planned to find a way to have him back in her bed. Since they got married, he hadn't set foot in her apartment and was always busy with the company.

"I've been telling you to put a stop to that woman, and you don't listen," the grandfather grumbled.

"I'll handle that soon, Grandpa."

"Kyle, if you'll excuse me, I need to greet a friend."

"I told you not to move from my side."

"You don't give me orders. I'm going to greet Stefany and Luan here," she asserted confidently, broke free, and turned her back, sensually walking to the side of the venue.

"If I lose my granddaughter, you'll deal with me," the grandfather warned.

Kyle didn't respond. A waiter passing by offered him a drink; he took it, sipped while watching his wife's moves.

"I came to greet quickly. Is everything ready?" Lindsey asked Stefany with a mocking smile.

"Better go, when the parade starts, you need to be close to your husband."

Back at the Pratt family table, she heard someone talking. "The caterpillar turned into a butterfly," Kathen grumbled.

Lindsey looked at the woman, noting the hatred she held.

"Just to show that I can shine too."

"My daughter will shine on the runway, and everyone will admire her beauty. Just because you married Kyle and dress like a model doesn't make you better than her. You're as naive as your mother, only good for men to use and discard." "You have no right to insult my mother's memory. You were the one who married my father for status and money. Before that, you and your daughter were nobody."