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.

a leg sweep and straddled

“Boom, boom, boom…”

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

shot out at lightning speed. Her

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

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

strong men with bare upper bodies were fiercely fighting on a

flesh. The dull sound of the collision of fists

shouted, roared, and cheered as

you wimp. Knock

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

from losing at boxing on the failed player, even doubting themselves for betting on such a wimp. The loser was lying in a

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

all to see without restraint. Regulars here knew that the

more brutal things happening. With time, everything would only

first round, where the

was a short, thin, pale guy who looked like a malnourished little boy. To the discerning eye, these seemingly mismatched players were not

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

the victory of the young boy, they could receive

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 attack. He

ground. Everyone seemed unsurprised

for the elite VIPS. This was a place reserved for

face, a pair of feminine eyes revealed a chilling smile.

after his words, a cold

“Not really!”

a unique icy and bone-shivering coldness. She slowly walked out from the shadow and raised her head, revealing a stunning face that took

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