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…”

motorcycle emitted a low roar,

lightning speed. Her stunning figure left a lasting impression,

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

was going to be a boxing match here. In the black

fiercely fighting

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

and cheered as

wimp. Knock

a competition, there was going to be some gambling going on. People loved to place bets. As the player lost, the

on the failed player, even doubting themselves for betting on such a wimp. The loser was lying in a pool of

feel sorry for him, and no one would want to help him. Those spectators who lost

to see without restraint. Regulars here knew that the seemingly brutal

happening. With time, everything would only

Unlike the first round, where the players were evenly

left stood a 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 discerning eye, these seemingly mismatched

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

a wager on the victory of the young boy, they could receive a payout that was

difference in the betting odds, which was very tempting, no one was willing to place a bet on a skinny

soon as the bell rang, the match officially began. The tall player took the initiative to

punch, the young boy fell to the ground. Everyone seemed unsurprised by this outcome.

area, , an exclusive box was reserved for the elite VIPS.

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

his words, a cold female voice

“Not really!”

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

The man asked curiously. It wasn’t because the boy on the stage had changed his mind, but because he knew the woman beside him never