All Her Secrets

It was supposed to be a simple meal of barbecue. However, due to the appearance of Branden and Triston at the venue, the atmosphere at the dinner table became incredibly creepy.

Branden did not eat much himself. Occasionally, he would take some food and put it on Catherine’s plate. He did this so naturally as if they were an old couple.

Triston felt a little jealous. He had known Branden for so many years. However, the latter had never taken the initiative to pour him a glass of wine, let alone take food for him.

He felt crushed!

Bryan felt very uncomfortable looking at how Branden was showing his attention to Catherine. He felt that Branden was going to cheat his Boss. “Boss, that is the big bad wolf. Do not be cheated,” he shouted in his heart frantically.

However, the said big bad wolf was his Uncle Branden. He would not dare to challenge Branden, even if he had the guts. And as such, he drank quietly.

David saw that Bryan was not in the right mood. The others were not eating happily, so David. said carefully, “I’m almost done eating. I have not done my homework for the evening, so I shall go first!”

After he finished speaking, the rest also started giving similar reasons.

Branden glanced at Catherine and noticed that she had already stopped eating. He graciously nodded his head and agreed to leave.

When Bryan went to settle the bill, he was informed that Paxton had already done so.

Bryan was so furious that he could not even do better than his Uncle Branden when settling the bill.

But what could be done?

He could only put up with it!

When they reached the door, Branden suddenly stopped and said to Catherine, “Let me send you back.”

His tone carried no doubt as if everything should have been done this way.

However, before Catherine could answer, Bryan suddenly popped up and said, “Boss came on her motorcycle!”

Branden raised his eyebrows and looked toward Catherine, who reached out and pointed to the parking spot on the side.

That black, dazzling Harley-Davidson looked extraordinarily different from the row of luxury cars parked at the side.

saw that too. He did not expect such a cute, soft-looking girl like Catherine would take a liking to

“That is so cool!”

Catherine. The expression on his handsome face remained unchanged as he repeated his words. “Let me send

top to bottom with pondering

he wore at work. That was a silver- gray suit with a slim-fitting black shirt, the perfect corporate leader

sitting inside a top business car, swirling a

did not match the

Paxton. He unbuttoned the shirt to chest level, looking all evil and handsome with a charismatic charm. Both his sleeves were pulled up

moment, Catherine felt her mind go blank. Then, she took out the key and threw it to Branden. When she realized it, Branden had already gotten on the

refuse now. Catherine could only look down and scold herself quietly.

up again, Branden had already ridden the motorcycle and stopped

would be a sense of contradiction, but there

took the helmet and

eyes made Catherine

the helmet, Branden patted her head gently. There was a rare tenderness in

instead of wrapping around Branden’s waist. It was as if she was trying to keep a

Vroom!

thunder, and

sight of a handsome

been gone for a long time

a long time. He subconsciously said, “When did Uncle Branden learn how to

family had high expectations of Uncle Branden since he showed great

lived a different life from others even though he

with his companions, Uncle Branden had already started looking at the company’s report. He started following his great-grandfather around to learn how to deal with the

impression he had of his Uncle Branden would always be the meticulous, dignified, and noble image of a

of his Uncle Branden so suddenly had

He reached out, patted Bryan’s shoulder, and sighed again. “Compared to your Uncle Branden, you are still too young. Your Uncle Branden was the famous god of racing in Casier

such a thing

small alleys on the motorcycle.

who

sped down the

a roar of an