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.

executed a leg sweep and straddled this sleek silver-

“Boom, boom, boom…”

a low roar, resembling the roar of a

the accelerator, and the car shot out at lightning speed. Her stunning figure

of Casier. No one would have thought a giant black

Tuesday, there was going to be a boxing match here. In

with bare upper bodies were fiercely fighting on a

on flesh. The dull sound of the collision of fists excited the nerves of everyone

shouted, roared, and cheered as if they

you wimp. Knock

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

for betting on such a wimp. The loser

feel sorry for him, and no one would want to help him. Those spectators who lost the gamble couldn’t wait

human nature was unleashed to the extreme, laid bare for all to see without restraint. Regulars here knew that the

would be even more brutal things happening. With time, everything would only become

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

was a short, thin, pale guy who looked like a malnourished little boy. To the discerning eye, these seemingly mismatched players were not at all

two players’ strengths stimulated the audience’s senses, and the odds for this round were

placed a wager on the victory of the young boy, they could receive a

significant difference in the betting odds, which was very tempting, no one was willing to place a bet on

took the initiative to attack. He silently counted down in his mind, wanting to end

to the ground. Everyone seemed unsurprised by this outcome. Not even

top of the audience area, , an exclusive box was reserved for the elite VIPS. This was a place reserved for a small number of

On his cold, pale, handsome face, a pair of feminine eyes revealed a chilling smile. With a

after his words, a cold female voice came

“Not really!”

a unique icy and bone-shivering coldness. She slowly walked out