All Her Secrets

Chapter 313

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.

straddled this sleek silver- black

“Boom, boom, boom…”

emitted a low roar, resembling the roar

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

of Casier. No one would have thought

match here. In the black market, boxing was commonly referred

men with bare upper bodies were fiercely fighting on a

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

as if they

Knock

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

failed player, even doubting themselves for betting on such a wimp. The loser was lying in a pool of

him, and no one would want to help him. Those spectators

worst of 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

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

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

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 seemingly mismatched players

the audience’s

on the victory of the young boy, they

betting odds, which was very tempting, no one

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

fell to the ground. Everyone seemed

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

eyes

a cold female voice

“Not really!”

and bone-shivering coldness. She slowly walked out from the shadow and raised her head, revealing a stunning face that took everyone’s

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255