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…”

accelerated instantly, the motorcycle emitted a low roar, resembling the

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

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

a boxing match here. In the

bodies were fiercely fighting on a platform of several square

punch, each one landed on flesh. The dull sound

cheered as if they had gone

wimp. Knock

was going to be some gambling going on. People loved to place bets. As the player lost, the audience who lost money

their frustration from losing at boxing on the failed player, even doubting themselves for betting on such a wimp. The loser was lying in a pool of blood, all

to help him. Those spectators who lost the

to the extreme, laid bare for all to see without restraint.

happening. With time, everything would only

round, where the players were evenly matched, the

tall and sturdy guy about 6 feet tall. On the right side was a short, thin, pale guy who looked like a malnourished little boy. To the

strengths stimulated the audience’s senses, and the odds

they placed a wager on the victory of the young boy, they could receive a

was very tempting, no

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

fell to the ground. Everyone seemed unsurprised by this outcome.

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

wine glass in his hand. On his cold, pale, handsome face, a pair of feminine eyes revealed a chilling smile. With a deep

cold female voice

“Not really!”

softness of the man’s voice, the woman’s voice had a unique icy and bone-shivering coldness. She slowly walked out

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