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.

sweep and straddled this sleek silver- black motorcycle

“Boom, boom, boom…”

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

lightning speed. Her stunning

one would have thought a

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

bare upper bodies were fiercely fighting on a platform

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

cheered as if they had

wimp. Knock down that

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

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

to help him. Those spectators who

laid bare for all to see without restraint. Regulars here knew that

time, everything would

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

On the right side was a short, thin, pale guy who looked like a malnourished little boy. To

between the two players’ strengths stimulated the audience’s senses, and the odds for this round were

a wager on the victory of the young boy, they could receive a payout that was ten times their initial

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

took the initiative to attack. He silently counted down in his mind, wanting

ground. Everyone seemed unsurprised

the elite VIPS. This

handsome face, a pair of feminine eyes revealed a chilling smile. With a deep and eerie voice, he said, 11 What

words, a cold female

“Not really!”

voice, the woman’s voice had a unique icy and bone-shivering coldness. She slowly walked out from the shadow and raised her head, revealing a stunning face that took everyone’s breath

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