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.

executed a leg sweep and straddled this sleek silver- black

“Boom, boom, boom…”

a low roar, resembling

and the car shot out at lightning speed. Her stunning figure left

No one would have thought

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

upper bodies were fiercely fighting on a

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

and cheered as

Knock

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

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

sorry for him, and no one would want to help him. Those spectators who lost the gamble

worst of human nature was unleashed to the extreme, laid bare for all to see without restraint.

things happening. With time, everything would only become

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

stood a tall and sturdy guy about 6 feet tall. On the right side was a short, thin, pale guy who looked

vast difference 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 a payout that was ten times

the betting odds, which was very tempting, no

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

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

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

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

a cold

“Not really!”

the gentle and 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