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 motorcycle with

“Boom, boom, boom…”

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

speed. Her stunning figure left a lasting impression,

Casier. No one would have thought a giant

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

strong men with bare upper bodies were fiercely fighting on a platform of

dull sound of the collision of fists

as if they had gone

you wimp. Knock down that

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

the failed player, even doubting themselves for betting on

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

for all to see without

more brutal things happening. With time, everything would only become

first round, where

a short, thin, pale guy who looked like a malnourished little boy. To the discerning eye, these seemingly mismatched players were not at all peculiar in this boxing

the audience’s senses, and the odds for this round were 1

of the young boy, they

was a significant difference in the betting odds, which was very tempting, no one was willing to place a bet on a skinny

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

the ground. Everyone seemed unsurprised by this outcome. Not even a cheer

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

was shaking the red wine glass in his hand. On his cold, 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 pretty

after his words, a cold female voice came

“Not really!”

softness of the man’s voice, 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