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.

elegantly executed a leg sweep and straddled this sleek silver- black motorcycle with

“Boom, boom, boom…”

instantly, the motorcycle emitted a low roar, resembling

car shot out at lightning speed. Her stunning figure left a

remote village on the outskirts of Casier. No one would have thought a giant black market was hidden underneath

boxing match here. In the black market, boxing was

with bare upper bodies were fiercely fighting on a

landed on flesh. The dull sound of

roared, and cheered as

Knock

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

losing at boxing on the failed player, even doubting themselves for betting on such a wimp. The loser was lying in a

to help him. Those spectators who lost

extreme, laid bare for all to see without restraint. Regulars here knew that the seemingly brutal boxing

time, everything would only become increasingly cruel

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

feet tall. On the right side was a short, thin, pale guy who looked like a malnourished little boy. To

two players’ strengths stimulated the audience’s senses, and the odds for this

wager on the victory of the young boy, they could receive a payout that was ten times

odds, which was very tempting, no

match officially began. The tall player took the initiative to attack. He silently counted down in his mind, wanting to

boy fell to the ground. Everyone seemed unsurprised by this outcome. Not

the elite VIPS. This was a place reserved for a small number

pale, handsome face, a pair of feminine eyes revealed a chilling smile. With a deep and eerie

his words, a cold female voice came from

“Not really!”

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