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.

a leg sweep and straddled this

“Boom, boom, boom…”

motorcycle emitted a low roar, resembling the roar of a dormant dragon suddenly

shot out at lightning speed.

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

be a boxing match here. In the black market,

bare upper bodies were fiercely

for punch, each one landed on flesh. The dull sound

as

Knock

a competition, there was going to be some gambling going on. People loved to place bets. As the player lost, the audience who lost

player, even doubting themselves for betting

would want to help him. Those spectators

laid bare for all to see without restraint. Regulars here knew that the seemingly brutal boxing matches were just an

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

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

left 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

vast difference between the two players’ strengths stimulated the audience’s senses, and the odds for this round were 1

the young boy, they could

which was very tempting, no one was willing to place a bet on

the match officially began. The tall player took the initiative to attack. He silently counted down in his

the young boy fell to the ground. Everyone seemed unsurprised by this outcome. Not even a cheer was

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

of feminine eyes revealed a chilling smile. With a deep and eerie voice, he said,

his words, a cold female voice came from the

“Not really!”

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 took everyone’s breath