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.

sweep and straddled this sleek silver-

“Boom, boom, boom…”

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

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

outskirts of Casier. No one would have thought a

In the

with bare upper bodies were fiercely fighting on a platform of several

sound of the

shouted, roared, and cheered as if they

wimp. Knock down that

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

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, all beaten

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

to the extreme, laid bare for all to see without restraint. Regulars here knew

With time, everything would only become increasingly cruel and also

first round, where the players were evenly matched, the second round of boxing was more exciting

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. To the discerning eye, these seemingly mismatched players were not at all peculiar in this

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

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

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

the match officially began. The tall player took the initiative to attack. He silently counted

punch, the young boy fell to the ground. Everyone seemed unsurprised by this outcome. Not even

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

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

after his words, a cold female voice came

“Not really!”

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 took everyone’s