All Her Secrets By Chestnut

Chapter 857 Threat

Catherine scrutinized the man. Despite his peculiar behavior, his well-made, custom-tailored clothes suggested his affluence.

As Catherine observed him, the man smiled warmly and extended his hand. “Hello, Catherine, I’m Audrey’s husband, Brian, White.”

Shocked, Catherine looked at him coldly and furrowed her brow. ” Audrey’s boyfriend?”

“Humph” Branden sneered.

Branden’s sneer made Brian angry. He glared at Branden and said, “What are you laughing at? Did I talk to you?”

“Hmph!” Branden sneered. “Audrey’s husband? Did you give yourself that title? If you’re Audrey’s boyfriend, why do you need a telescope to spy on her?”

Branden’s direct remark exposed Brian’s secret, making him furious. ” This is just temporary. I will soon become Audrey’s husband. Just wait and see,” Brian retorted firmly.

gaze. “I don’t care who you are, but if you dare to harass Audrey, I’ll teach you

match for Branden, Brian silently accepted Catherine’s harsh words. “Catherine, tell Audrey

Branden and Catherine

have someone investigate him when we get back. You don’t need to worry,” Branden

reassured by the idea of an investigation. She suspected that Brian was the person who had been calling Audrey but had been rejected. As long as he posed no threat and it was just a simple pursuit between a man and a woman, Catherine had no intention of intervening, as she didn’t have the time for

and as she got out of the car, he looked at her with reluctance in his eyes. “Shall I pick you up tonight?” he

going to Audrey’s

wanted to discuss with

apartment, Branden felt a bit stifled but didn’t express it. Audrey had been away for a long time and now that she was back, it was understandable that she wanted to

blocking her, he could only say, “I’ll pick you up

I’ll contact you when it’s over,”

a call from Zobber. “Boss, check the message I sent you on the computer!”

Catherine replied before hanging up

message containing an email that had been sent to the official mailbox of Hacker Alliance, specifically addressed to the chief. The email was password-protected, making it difficult for an ordinary

After scanning its contents, she smirked. The long- awaited message had finally arrived. The sender was the person who had stolen the experimental data and completed the

phone number for Catherine to call. Without hesitation, she took out

was quickly answered by a deep, disguised voice. “Miss Swann,

the small talk. Just tell me what you want,” Catherine replied, showing no interest in

under the condition that you cooperate with our company on the experimental results. We

silently and muttered, “You do have some guts,