Alpha's Regret: The Seventh Time was Forever novel Chapter 580

Chapter 580: Chapter 580 – He’ll know exactly what to do

Curt Shawn had solid connections to the Corsican Mafia, so the moment Brad told him about the runway show, he knew he held a real advantage.

If he could throw enough interference into Athaliah’s preparations, he figured he could force her into doing whatever he wanted.

Athaliah, however, nearly laughed right in his face.

Everything involved in the show had been funded straight out of her own pocket. She had planned every last detail herself, so how exactly did this man think he was going to ruin it?

"I’d like to see you try."

Curt glared at her, his eyes filled with clear warning. "Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you."

With that, he turned and walked out as though he’d never even been in the room.

Athaliah let out a long breath, relief washing over her the second the door closed behind him. She immediately called for her bodyguard and gave him a firm order in French.

"Don’t let anyone else in here."

The bodyguard nodded, but it wasn’t long before Elodie rushed into the room, his expression grim.

"Liah, the modeling agencies have refunded our deposits. They’re saying they don’t want to work with us anymore," he reported in French.

Athaliah already had a pretty good idea of who was behind it.

She didn’t know a whole lot about Curt, but the man had just threatened her right to her face. That made him the obvious suspect.

"It’s all right."

Her expression stayed steady as she turned toward Elodie.

"Contact other agencies from across the globe. I don’t care if we have to spend extra money. Get me the best models you can find."

Elodie nodded and hurried away to get started.

Athaliah reached for her phone, remembering that she needed to fill Corvine in on what was happening. She had barely pulled up his number when her stylist rushed into the room looking pale.

"Liah, the van carrying the clothes from the atelier was stopped by the Corsican Mafia. They said they were doing Mr. Shawn a favor."

The news hit Athaliah harder than the first blow.

Those were her couture designs, pieces no one had seen yet and that hadn’t even been officially launched. Recreating them would take months of work.

Her heart sank, but she refused to let Curt manipulate her into folding.

"If they want the clothes, let them have them. I’ll go and bring out last year’s unlaunched collections."

The stylist’s face went even paler. "Last year’s designs are incredible, but they were family capsule collections. That’s going to affect everything we planned for this show."

Athaliah already knew that, but what other choice did she really have? Before she could answer, the stylist kept going. "It’ll affect the models too."

Athaliah drew in several deep breaths, forcing herself to think past the disaster that was piling up all around her.

"Don’t worry about the models. Tell Elodie about the change in plans. He’ll know exactly what to do."

With Curt using the mafia to interfere with her preparations, Liah was forced to handle most of the arrangements herself. She couldn’t risk giving anyone even a hint about what she was planning next.

That was how the day dragged into night, leaving her with barely enough time to snatch short naps between one crisis and another.

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