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.

He did not expect such a cute, soft-looking girl like Catherine would take a

“That is so cool!”

Catherine. The expression on his handsome face remained unchanged as he repeated

him from top

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

a glass of red wine,

did not match the motorcycle

off the jacket immediately and threw it to Paxton. He unbuttoned the shirt to chest level, looking all evil and handsome with a charismatic charm. Both his sleeves were pulled up above the forearms, exposing his well-toned forearms. The bronzed skin carried a hint of seduction. He

and threw it to Branden. When

could only look down and

already ridden

there would be a sense of contradiction, but there was none at

the helmet and

eyes made Catherine

Branden patted her head gently. There was a

got onto the motorcycle, subconsciously leaning her hands on the back seat instead of wrapping around Branden’s waist. It was as if she was trying to keep a

Vroom!

thunder, and it disappeared

handsome couple

a long time before

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

the family had high expectations of Uncle Branden since he showed great intelligence and talent from a young

a different life from others even though he

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 company’s

Uncle Branden would always be the meticulous, dignified,

after seeing such a willful and evil side of

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 back then. His

thing happen?” Bryan

took Catherine through the streets and small alleys on the motorcycle. Catherine could tell

a wealthy family, who sat in the office daily,

Harley-Davidson sped down the

was a roar of an engine