All Her Secrets

At the Duncans’ mansion.

In the exquisite and luxurious living room, two men entirely different in character were resting on the sofa.

Compared to how Triston was sprawled on the sofa, Branden, who had his laptop on his lap, was sitting upright.

Seeing how straight Branden was sitting, Triston couldn’t help but shake his head.

Some people were born to be other-worldly. One could never understand what these people were thinking.

The maid came to report the arrival of a guest.

“Mr. Duncan, Miss Catherine Swann is here!”

Triston jumped up from the sofa at the maid’s words and stumbled in front of Branden.

“Catherine Swann? Isn’t that the girl from the Swanns that has just returned from the countryside? Isn’t that your fiancée?”

Branden glanced at Triston lightly, and Triston shut up immediately at his look.

As Triston had stopped babbling, Branden raised his head slowly to look at the maid. “Bring her in!”

Seeing that Branden had asked for Catherine to come in, Triston decided to excuse himself from the room to save his life, despite being so curious that he was dying.

“I’ll be upstairs!”

As soon as Triston had left, Catherine walked into the living room.

As she entered the room, Catherine looked around the living room and accurately found where Branden was sitting.

asked in a calm tone,

tore his eyes from the screen of his laptop

like she did at the funeral. However, instead of

perfectly showed

looks but let off an abnormally cold

he and Catherine were most

getting a “yes” from

the other

an indifferent expression. His voice was low and cold. He sounded

are you here

time with subtle talks, so she went straight

had brought on the laptop Branden had just put down.

look at it. If you’re okay with it,

the top of the document were the words “Engagement

the document and

of agreements before, but it would be his

woman was really

buy a marriage with Branden for a year with 20% of the Swann

She was indeed generous!

“What if I disagree?”

gaze on Catherine might look light, but it was, in fact,

to be

remained expressionless. It was as if nothing could

agree to it!” Her cold tone was filled

the sofa. He

“We’ll see!”