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 sleek silver-

“Boom, boom, boom…”

the throttle accelerated instantly, the motorcycle emitted a low roar, resembling the roar of a dormant dragon suddenly

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

Casier. No one would have thought a giant

In the black market, boxing was commonly referred to as

bare upper bodies were fiercely fighting on a platform of several

sound of the collision

roared, and cheered as if they had

wimp. Knock down that

loved to place bets. As the player

for betting on such a wimp.

would want to help him. Those spectators who lost the gamble couldn’t wait

bare for all to see without restraint. Regulars here knew

With time, everything would only become increasingly cruel

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

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 players were not at

players’ strengths stimulated the audience’s senses, and the odds for this round were 1 to

victory of the young boy, they could receive a payout that was ten times

a significant difference in the betting odds, which was very tempting, no one

player took the initiative to

to the ground. Everyone seemed unsurprised by this outcome. Not even a

box was reserved for the elite VIPS. This was a place

wine glass in his hand. On 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 pity, this little

words, a cold

“Not really!”

coldness. She slowly walked out from the shadow

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 took