Chapter 399 Plotting to Take Quinn Couture's Factory
"Let go of her."
"I won't! Alexander, you're useless! If you won't protect Catherine, I will! Catherine, don't marry Alexander—marry me instead! I'm the most responsible man in the whole family!"
Catherine couldn't help but laugh. The kid was ridiculous... and oddly charming.
Alexander locked eyes with his youngest nephew, Yosef, feeling a headache coming on.
"Yosef, do you want me to hit you?"
"Is it illegal to hit kids here?"
"No."
Yosef let out a dramatic scream and dove straight into Catherine's arms. "Catherine, save me!"
"Take him along. It's not a big deal," Catherine said casually.
Since Catherine agreed to bring the little troublemaker, Alexander sought Yosef's mother's permission.
"Go ahead. This kid adores you. Last time he even said his dream was to grow up to be just like Alexander."
Yosef flushed scarlet, burying his face in Catherine's shoulder and covering himself with both hands.
Alexander smiled faintly. "Alright. We'll take care of him."
Yosef was not exactly light—last year Felix had thrown his back out carrying him. Alexander set him down, wary of the weight, and took his hand.
Immediately, Yosef grabbed Catherine's hand instead, chattering about wanting to play with her.
Simon watched Catherine walking hand-in-hand with a child and felt an unexpected chill. Catherine... had a gentle side?
From the bushes, Jared emerged with grass stuck in his hair. "Looks a bit like a family of three."
"Maybe... but Ms. Windsor isn't old enough to have a kid that big."
Jared spat out the grass. "Come on. If we don't get back to work, the boss will make sure you never have a family of three."
Simon hurried after him.
Inside the warehouse, a staffer led Catherine and Alexander into a small, empty room and produced a file. The door shut behind them with a heavy click.
Catherine squeezed Alexander's hand lightly.
Before she could speak, Yosef blurted out, "This is Istalia! I can read it! It says Catherine has to give away her factory for free, send all her fabric to the other person, and hand over all her designers too!"
"That's disgusting! Who writes this garbage?"
The staffer froze—he hadn't expected a child to read Istalia. Flustered, he snatched the paper back and shoved it toward Catherine. "Sign this if you want your fabric returned."
"On a free donation contract?" Catherine raised a brow.
"No, the kid's talking nonsense. This is just paperwork to get your fabric back."
Catherine skimmed the document. They wanted Quinn Couture's brand, factory, production line, and every designer under the label. The contract even specified she herself must be included.
So this was about her factory.
"What happened to my fabric?"
"Reports say your fabric carries foreign infectious strains. It needs to be disinfected. If it fails inspection, it'll be destroyed. Given Quinn Couture's prestige and tax contributions, all you have to do is sign and your fabric will be returned."
Catherine's lips curved faintly. "If the fabric is contaminated, I don't want it. Destroy it. Give me the destruction procedure and I'll sign that."
The staffer blinked. "What?"
Destroy all of it? Those bolts were worth a fortune—brands across the country had been desperate to order them. And she was just... letting them go?
"Are you sure? Once it's gone, you'll never get it again."
Her voice was steady as granite. "If it's infected, I won't risk bringing it into the country," Catherine said. "Introducing a strain would be a crime. Destroy it. No fabric is worth more than a human life."
The staffer began to sweat. "Even if you refuse, you still have to sign."
"Wasn't the signature for reclaiming the fabric? I don't want it, so I won't sign."
She pushed the file back toward him.
His expression darkened. "If you don't sign, you don't leave."
Yosef shouted, "You're just bullying Catherine! Alexander, aren't you going to do something?"
Alexander sighed. This kid was spoiled rotten by Yasmin.
"Who paid you to pull this stunt? Must've been a good sum."
For some reason, the staffer flinched at Alexander's tone. "Enough talk. Sign and get out."
"And if we don't?"
"Then you deal with me."
The door swung open. Ten muscular men stepped inside, eyes hard, shoulders squared.
The staffer smirked. "Sign or suffer. Either way, you'll sign."
Catherine brushed her fingers over Yosef's cheek. "Scared? Close your eyes if you are."
"I'm not scared! Mom says I'm a man, and I have to protect Catherine!"
He clung to her, trembling, pretending to be brave.
Alexander scooped him up. "Close your eyes. It'll be over fast."
"I'm not closing them!"
The staffer sneered. "Your brand's too big. Too many people envy you. We found out the head of Quinn Couture is just a girl, barely twenty. Rich kids are easy marks."
Catherine flexed her wrists. "I'm curious—where does your boss get the nerve to come after me?"
"Not your concern. These are top killers from the dark web. You won't walk out alive."
Catherine glanced at the men. "Top killers? Never seen them before. You?"
Alexander shook his head. "Nope. Hit them."
"Good."
The staffer hesitated. They weren't afraid. Was someone coming to help them? He barked, "Get them!"
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