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.

and straddled this sleek silver- black

“Boom, boom, boom…”

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

and the car shot out at lightning speed. Her

village on the outskirts of Casier. No one would have thought a giant black

here. In the black market, boxing was commonly referred to as

were fiercely fighting

flesh. The dull sound of the collision of fists

cheered as if they had

you wimp. Knock down

loved to place bets. As the

out their frustration from losing at boxing on the failed player, even doubting themselves for betting on such

no one would want to help him. Those spectators who

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

there would be even more brutal things happening. With time, everything would only become increasingly cruel and also

Unlike the first round, where the players were evenly matched, the second round of boxing was more exciting and

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

the audience’s senses, and the odds for this round were 1

boy, they could receive a payout that was ten times their

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

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

Everyone seemed unsurprised by

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

feminine eyes revealed a chilling smile. With a deep and eerie voice, he said, 11

words, a cold female voice

“Not really!”

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

the stage had changed his mind, but because he