All Her Secrets By Chestnut

Chapter 313 Boxing Match

Just as Catherine walked out of the school gate, she received a phone call from Branden. Without hesitation, she casually picked her phone up and put it next to her ear.

A melodic male voice came through the telephone, warming her ears.

‘School’s out, right?” asked Branden.

“Mhmm!” Catherine lazily responded.

“Some businesses came up last minute. I won’t be able to pick you up today. Should I send a driver to take you back home?”

The driver would be waiting at the school gate anytime if Catherine wanted. The condition was that she agreed.

Catherine replied coldly, “No need. I have plans for tonight, too!”

“What plans?”

“None of your business” was something that Catherine originally wanted to say, but when it came to her lips, she changed it to something else.

“I am going to rehearse with Ronin and Bryan!”

Branden had no intention of interfering with Catherine’s business, as he understood that Catherine disliked being confined.

If the burden of her shackles became too heavy, she could leave anytime without even bothering to say goodbye.

“Take care of yourself. Give me a call if anything goes wrong!” said Branden. After listening to Branden’s instructions, Catherine hung up the phone and walked into the nearby alley.

In the depths of the narrow alley stood a house. Catherine pressed the app on her phone, and the electric shutter door of the house opened automatically.

Only a silver-black motorcycle was parked on the first floor of the spacious house. Sunshine was shining on the body of the motorcycle, making it dazzling.

elegantly executed a leg sweep and straddled this

“Boom, boom, boom…”

low roar, resembling the roar of a dormant dragon

the car shot out at lightning speed. Her stunning figure left a lasting impression, leaving people in

village on the outskirts of Casier. No one would have thought a giant black market was hidden underneath this

was going to be a boxing match here. In the black market, boxing was commonly referred to as black

bare upper bodies were fiercely fighting on a platform

on flesh. The dull sound of the collision of fists excited the nerves of

shouted, roared, and cheered as if

you wimp. Knock down

loved to place bets.

for betting on

one would feel sorry for him, and no one would want to help him. Those spectators who lost the gamble couldn’t wait to go up and tear him

human nature was unleashed to the extreme, laid bare for all to see without restraint. Regulars here knew

With time, everything would only become

boxing came the second round. Unlike the first round, where the players were evenly

a short, thin, pale guy who looked like a malnourished little boy. To

two players’ strengths stimulated the audience’s senses, and

victory of the young boy, they

betting odds, which was very tempting, no one was willing to

match officially began. The tall player took the initiative to attack. He silently counted down in his mind, wanting

one punch, the young boy fell to the ground. Everyone seemed

audience area, , an exclusive box was reserved for the elite VIPS. This was a place reserved for a small

his cold, pale, handsome face, a pair of feminine eyes revealed a chilling smile. With a deep and eerie voice, he said, 11 What

a cold female voice came

“Not really!”

coldness. She slowly walked

mean?” The man asked curiously. It wasn’t because the boy on the stage had changed his mind, but because