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.

leg sweep and straddled this sleek silver- black

“Boom, boom, boom…”

motorcycle emitted a low roar, resembling the roar

speed. Her stunning figure left a lasting impression, leaving

on the outskirts of Casier. No one would have thought a giant black market was hidden underneath this remote

In the black market, boxing was commonly referred to as

fiercely fighting

flesh. The dull sound of the

shouted, roared, and cheered as if they

Knock down that

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

took out their frustration from losing at boxing on the failed player, even doubting themselves for betting on such a wimp. The loser was lying in a pool of blood,

feel sorry for him, and no one would want to help him. Those spectators who

see without restraint.

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

Unlike the first round, where the players

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 were not

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

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

was very tempting, no one was willing

player took the initiative to attack. He silently counted down in his mind, wanting to end the game as quickly

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

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

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

cold female voice

“Not really!”

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