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.

sweep and straddled this

“Boom, boom, boom…”

emitted a low roar, resembling the roar

shot out at lightning speed. Her stunning

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

a boxing match here. In the black market, boxing was commonly referred to as

with bare upper bodies were fiercely

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

shouted, roared, and cheered as

wimp. Knock down

on. People loved to place bets.

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

no one would want to help him. Those

laid bare for all to see

would be even more brutal things happening. With time,

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

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

two players’ strengths stimulated the audience’s senses,

the victory of the young boy, they

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

to attack. He silently counted down in his mind,

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

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

a pair of feminine eyes revealed a chilling smile. With a deep and eerie voice, he said, 11 What a pity, this little guy looks

his words, a cold female

“Not really!”

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 her head,

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