All Her Secrets

Hearing Catherine’s question, Branden surprisingly didn’t get upset as he usually would. Instead, he responded with a faint smile.

“It belongs to Triston,” he explained to Catherine.

With those words, Catherine instantly understood. The Lamberts were not lacking in money, so if Triston opened a barbecue restaurant, it would likely satisfy her appetite.

It meant the restaurant wouldn’t cut corners with low-quality ingredients, so everything here must be decent.

Catherine pondered this and suddenly felt her appetite whetted.

Once she had the thought, she was determined to try the international barbecue restaurant.

Catherine instructed Paxton, who was in the driver’s seat, “Pull over to the side!”

Paxton obediently followed her order and pulled over to the side. After all, his boss hadn’t uttered a word throughout, which meant he should listen to Miss Swann.

After the car came to a stop, Catherine instinctively opened the door and got out, following the scent of barbecue.

Her sense of smell was particularly keen, allowing her to locate the barbecue restaurant simply by following the aroma.

Upon reaching the entrance and seeing the long queue, Catherine furrowed her brow.

She enjoyed eating, but she didn’t like waiting in line. If she had to wait in line, she would rather not eat.

Turning around, she noticed Branden following behind.

Observing her slightly furrowed brow, Branden calmly asked, “What’s wrong?”

Catherine didn’t respond, but her eyes focused on the long queue.

In the next second, Branden immediately understood what was on her mind.

standing behind them, quickly approached and rejoined Branden’s side

impatient, Catherine was about to leave. As she turned around, Branden suddenly grabbed

Catherine could react, Branden pulled her towards the

didn’t have to walt in line and could

it was unfair, and approached the waitress to argue. “Why don’t they have to wait

the restaurant were professionals hired from five-star hotels. They smiled at the disgruntled customer, speaking gently and patiently, “Sorry, sir, these customers ahead of you are our top VIPS, so they can enjoy special services on the second floor

expressed dissatisfaction and pouted, asking, “Is it all about money? How do I

is to become a restaurant shareholder, which automatically upgrades you to a top VIP. The other is to have

in their right mind would become a restaurant shareholder just for a meal? Not to mention spending ten million! Was that

effectively halted the arrogant customer with her words, and the people behind also quieted down, as meeting those

of the barbecue restaurant had a serene atmosphere. It was filled with the rich and

specially opened this place to host his

he opened this barbecue restaurant for pleasure but not to make

handed the menu to Branden, who then

didn’t hesitate and quickly ordered whatever she liked on the

anything else since she had already ordered a variety of

for mild sauce, Catherine chose the extra

flavors, believing that barbecue had to be spicy enough to

looked at the barbecue with the spicy sauce served on the table and swallowed silently,

to remind Branden, but a single glance from Branden made

brought to the table, and its enticing aroma filled the air. Catherine placed the meat, vegetables, and sauce on

and sauce determined the authenticity

resembling what Ronin had

for a while, Catherine noticed Branden

expression remained impassive. However, he started speaking a bit

“Aren’t you eating?”

“I am!”

spicy sauce into