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 motorcycle

“Boom, boom, boom…”

low roar, resembling the roar of a dormant dragon suddenly

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

one would have thought a giant black

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

with bare upper bodies were fiercely fighting

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

shouted, roared, and cheered as if they

wimp. Knock down that

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

even doubting themselves for betting on such a wimp. The loser was

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

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

happening. With time, everything would only become

round. Unlike the first round, where the players were evenly

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

the audience’s senses, and the

wager on the victory of the young boy, they could receive a

was a significant difference in the betting odds, which was very tempting, no one

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

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

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

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

his words, a cold female voice came from the

“Not really!”

coldness. She slowly