All Her Secrets

Chapter 313

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.

a leg sweep and straddled this sleek silver-

“Boom, boom, boom…”

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

at lightning speed. Her stunning figure

No one would have thought a giant black

In the black market, boxing was commonly

with bare upper bodies were fiercely fighting on

each one landed on flesh. The dull sound of the collision of fists excited

and cheered as

you wimp. Knock down that

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

doubting themselves for betting on such

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

to see without restraint. Regulars here knew that the seemingly brutal boxing matches

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

boxing came the 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. To the discerning eye, these

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

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

which was very tempting, no one was willing to

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

the ground. Everyone

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

man 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,

his words, a cold female voice

“Not really!”

of the man’s voice, the woman’s voice had a unique icy and bone-shivering coldness. She slowly walked

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