All Her Secrets By Chestnut

Chapter 170 Why Should I Help You

The people present were shocked to see the scene. After giving the boy a disdainful glance, Catherine looked up and swept a cold gaze at the few boys. That gaze was cold and terrifying. Whoever she looked at with that gaze would tremble.

Those boys stepped back without hesitation. Catherine’s kick was enough to make them understand the strength gap between themselves and her.

The girl who fell to the floor finally reacted. She pounced forward and was ready to hold Catherine’s thighs but froze at the moment Catherine’s gaze fell on her. The girl tried to speak. She opened her mouth but hiccupped, looking stunned.

Catherine casually pulled over a chair. After elegantly adjusting her long clothing by giving a slight shake to the ends, she sat down composedly and coolly. Her movements were unmistakably dominant. She looked intimidating.

She raised her eyebrows at the girl and asked coldly, “Why was he bullying you?”

When she said “he,” her eyes flicked toward Johnathan. The girl immediately understood. After hesitantly looking at Johnathan, she lowered her head, seemingly afraid to speak.

Since she didn’t say anything,

Catherine didn’t want to waste time there.

“Help yourself then!”

After saying that, Catherine made a gesture to stand up. The girl was anxious. She hurriedly asked, “Can you help me after I tell you?

Catherine looked back at her. There was a hint of mockery in her cool gaze. Why should I help you?” The girl looked at Catherine with red eyes. She bit her lower lip tightly, not knowing how to answer. They were two people who had nothing to do with each other. Catherine was right. Why should she help a stranger?

savior and had no obligation to help her. Watching the girl lower her head in dismay, Catherine spoke again, her attitude still cold. No one could guess what was in Catherine’s mind at

you tell me, I may be able to help you out if I’m

others a sense of security that made others trust her immensely. The girl knew

girl with his girl still decided to speak up. gaze, the She reached out and pointed at Johnathan, shouting bitterly, “It’s because I told the teacher

She looked toward the

1 of

school Johnathan attended, and Class 1 was the notorious class for the young wealthy

the girl’s dress. Her white shirt was yellowed. She did

understood the meaning of Catherine’s gaze, and a hint of embarrassment crossed her face. She lowered her head and whispered, “I’m Theresa Sherman. I’m indeed from Class 1. I was

Catherine understood. The poor top students who got into this kind of wealthy heirs class were to raise the average score of the class. The only thing they could profit from

and effect, Catherine tilted her head toward Johnathan, who was on the

himself to say, “Catherine, you jinx. You’d better get a grip on yourself. Don’t cause me trouble. If I don’t deal with you today, I’ll deal

“Johnathan, I didn’t realize

with you? Does she have anything

rested on the potted landscape used for decoration. She stood up and reached her hand

The whip was thin. It would not hurt people’s bones or muscles if it

whip fell on Johnathan, he burst into

him again. She whipped his left thigh just

to catch his breath this time. She kept whipping his

cursing while dodging the whip, but it didn’t

you crazy woman, stop

exerted a little

hurts so

they wouldn’t dare to come out, even if the one who

for help was useless, Johnathan, who was in pain, could only start

Johnathan with an indifferent attitude. “If you have the energy to ask your parents for help, why don’t you

like a fish thrown into a burning pot. His