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…”

motorcycle emitted a low roar, resembling the roar of

released the accelerator, and the car shot out at lightning speed. Her

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

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

men with bare upper bodies were fiercely fighting on a platform of

punch, each one landed on flesh. The dull sound

cheered as

you wimp. Knock down that

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

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

him. Those spectators who lost the gamble couldn’t

see without restraint. Regulars here knew that the seemingly brutal

more brutal things happening. With time, everything would

boxing came the second round. Unlike the first round, where the players were evenly

the 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 players were not at all peculiar in this

two players’ strengths stimulated the audience’s

wager on the victory of the young boy, they

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

bell rang, the match officially began. The tall player took the initiative to attack. He silently counted down in his mind,

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

top of the audience area, , an exclusive box was reserved for the elite

the red 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!”

had a unique icy and bone-shivering coldness. She slowly walked out from the shadow and raised her head,

curiously. It wasn’t because the boy on the stage had changed his