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.

straddled this sleek silver- black

“Boom, boom, boom…”

throttle accelerated instantly, the motorcycle emitted a low roar, resembling the roar of a dormant dragon

released the accelerator, and the car shot out at lightning speed. Her stunning figure left a

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

Tuesday, there was going to be a boxing match here. In the

upper bodies were fiercely

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

as

wimp. Knock down

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

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

for him, and no one would want to help him. Those spectators who lost the gamble couldn’t

to see without restraint. Regulars here knew that the

more brutal things happening. With time, everything would only

second round. Unlike the first round, where the players

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.

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

young boy, they could receive a

the betting odds, which was very tempting, no one was willing to place a bet

as the bell rang, the match officially began. The tall player took the initiative to attack. He silently

young boy fell to the ground. Everyone seemed unsurprised by

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

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!”

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 took