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.

sweep and straddled this sleek silver- black

“Boom, boom, boom…”

accelerated instantly, the motorcycle emitted a low roar, resembling the roar of a dormant

the accelerator, and the car shot out at lightning speed. Her stunning figure left a lasting impression, leaving people in

village on the outskirts of Casier. No one would have thought a

In the black market, boxing was

strong men with bare upper bodies were fiercely fighting on a platform

The dull sound of the collision of fists excited the nerves of

as if they had gone

Knock down

be some gambling going on. People loved to place bets. As

even doubting themselves for betting on such a wimp. The loser was lying

want to help him. Those spectators who lost the gamble couldn’t wait to go up and tear him

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

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

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

stood a tall and sturdy guy about 6 feet tall. On the right side was a short, thin, pale guy who looked like a malnourished little boy. To the discerning eye, these

strengths stimulated the audience’s senses, and the odds for this

of the young boy, they could receive a payout that was ten times their

which was very tempting, no one was willing

to attack. He silently counted down

With one punch, the young boy fell to the ground. Everyone seemed unsurprised by this outcome. Not

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

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

a cold female voice came from

“Not really!”

unique icy and bone-shivering coldness. She slowly walked out from the shadow and raised her head, revealing a stunning face