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- black motorcycle

“Boom, boom, boom…”

the motorcycle emitted a low roar,

speed. Her stunning figure left a

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

be a boxing match here. In the black market, boxing was

were fiercely fighting on a platform of

on flesh. The dull sound of the collision

shouted, roared, and cheered as if

wimp. Knock down that

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

boxing on the failed player, even doubting themselves for betting on such a wimp. The loser was lying

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

all to see without restraint. Regulars

brutal things happening. With time, everything would only become increasingly

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

side was a short, thin, pale guy who looked like a malnourished little boy. To the discerning eye, these

players’ strengths stimulated the audience’s senses,

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

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

rang, the match officially began. The tall player took the initiative to attack. He silently counted down in his mind, wanting to end

punch, the young boy fell to the ground. Everyone seemed unsurprised by this

area, , an exclusive box was reserved for the elite VIPS. This

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

cold female

“Not really!”

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 face that