All Her Secrets

Chapter 313 Boxing Match

Just as Catherine walked out of the school gate, she received a phone call from Branden. Without hesitation, she casually picked her phone up and put it next to her ear.

A melodic male voice came through the telephone, warming her ears.

‘School’s out, right?” asked Branden.

“Mhmm!” Catherine lazily responded.

“Some businesses came up last minute. I won’t be able to pick you up today. Should I send a driver to take you back home?”

The driver would be waiting at the school gate anytime if Catherine wanted. The condition was that she agreed.

Catherine replied coldly, “No need. I have plans for tonight, too!”

“What plans?”

“None of your business” was something that Catherine originally wanted to say, but when it came to her lips, she changed it to something else.

“I am going to rehearse with Ronin and Bryan!”

Branden had no intention of interfering with Catherine’s business, as he understood that Catherine disliked being confined.

If the burden of her shackles became too heavy, she could leave anytime without even bothering to say goodbye.

“Take care of yourself. Give me a call if anything goes wrong!” said Branden. After listening to Branden’s instructions, Catherine hung up the phone and walked into the nearby alley.

In the depths of the narrow alley stood a house. Catherine pressed the app on her phone, and the electric shutter door of the house opened automatically.

Only a silver-black motorcycle was parked on the first floor of the spacious house. Sunshine was shining on the body of the motorcycle, making it dazzling.

and straddled this sleek silver- black motorcycle

“Boom, boom, boom…”

throttle accelerated instantly, the motorcycle emitted a low roar,

out at lightning speed. Her stunning figure left a lasting

No one would have thought

there was going to be a boxing match here. In the black market, boxing was commonly referred to as

bodies were fiercely fighting on a platform of several square

sound of the collision of fists excited the

cheered as if they had gone

wimp. Knock down

was going to be some gambling going on. People loved to place bets. As the player lost,

frustration from losing at boxing on the failed player, even doubting themselves for betting on such a wimp. The loser was lying in a pool of blood, all

would feel sorry for him, and no one would want to help him. Those

was unleashed to the extreme, laid bare for all to see without restraint. Regulars here knew that the seemingly brutal boxing matches

there would be even more brutal things happening. With time, everything would only become increasingly cruel and

of boxing came the second round. Unlike the first round, where the players were evenly matched, the second round of boxing was

pale guy who looked like a malnourished little boy. To the discerning eye, these seemingly mismatched players were not at all peculiar in this

audience’s senses, and the odds for this round were 1

young boy, they could receive a payout that was ten

tempting, no one was willing to place a bet on

as the bell rang, the match officially began. The tall player took the initiative to

punch, the young boy fell to the ground. Everyone

was reserved for the elite VIPS. This was a place reserved for a small number of highly distinguished

On his cold, pale, handsome face, a pair of feminine eyes revealed a chilling smile. With a deep and eerie voice, he said, 11 What

words, a cold female voice came from

“Not really!”

the man’s voice, the woman’s voice had a unique icy and bone-shivering coldness. She slowly walked out from the shadow and raised her head, revealing a stunning