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.

elegantly executed a leg sweep and straddled this

“Boom, boom, boom…”

the motorcycle emitted a low roar, resembling the roar of

lightning speed. Her stunning figure left a lasting impression, leaving people

a remote village on the outskirts of Casier. No one would

In the black market, boxing was commonly referred to as

were fiercely fighting on a platform of several square

flesh. The dull sound of the collision of

shouted, roared, and cheered as if they had gone

wimp. Knock

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

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

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

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

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

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

On the right side was a short, thin, pale guy who looked like a malnourished little boy. To the

difference between the two players’ strengths stimulated the audience’s senses,

young boy, they could receive a payout that

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

took the initiative to attack. He silently counted

ground. Everyone seemed unsurprised by this outcome.

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

pale, handsome face, a pair of feminine eyes revealed a chilling smile. With a deep and eerie voice, he said, 11 What a pity, this little guy looks

a cold female voice

“Not really!”

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