All Her Secrets By Chestnut

Chapter 10 The Negotiation
At the Duncans’ mansion.
In the exquisite and luxurious living room, two men entirely different in character were resting on the sofa.

Compared to how Triston was sprawled on the sofa, Branden, who had his laptop on his lap, was sitting upright.

Seeing how straight Branden was sitting, Triston couldn’t help but shake his head.

Some people were born to be other-worldly. One could never understand what these people were thinking.

The maid came to report the arrival of a guest.

“Mr. Duncan, Miss Catherine Swann is here!”

Triston jumped up from the sofa at the maid’s words and stumbled in front of Branden.

“Catherine Swann? Isn’t that the girl from the Swanns that has just returned from the countryside? Isn’t that your fiancée?”

Branden glanced at Triston lightly, and Triston shut up immediately at his look.

As Triston had stopped babbling, Branden raised his head slowly to look at the maid. “Bring her in!”

Seeing that Branden had asked for Catherine to come in, Triston decided to excuse himself from the room to save his life, despite being so curious that he was dying.

“I’ll be upstairs!”

Triston had left, Catherine walked into

the room, Catherine looked around the living room and accurately found where Branden

before him, and asked in a calm tone, “May I sit

the screen of

wearing a white T-shirt, just like she did at the funeral. However, instead of the black

fitted blue jeans perfectly showed the curves of Catherine’s long and slender

gorgeous looks but let off an abnormally cold temperament. Her eyes

almost feel like he and Catherine were most

“yes” from Branden, Catherine sat

both too smart for the other to

expression. His voice was low and cold. He sounded a bit bored

you

did not plan to waste time with subtle talks,

Branden had just

you’re okay with it, sign your name

glanced at it and saw that on the

read the document

had signed all kinds of agreements before, but it would be his first time seeing

woman was really

buy a marriage with Branden for a year with 20% of the

She was indeed generous!

“What if I disagree?”

might look light, but it was, in fact,

did not seem to be

expressionless. It was as if nothing

make you agree to it!” Her cold tone

pressed against the back of the sofa. He glanced at Catherine with

“We’ll see!”

stood up, and left