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- black

“Boom, boom, boom…”

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

out at lightning speed. Her stunning figure left a lasting impression, leaving people

No one would have thought a giant black market was hidden

match here. In the black market, boxing

strong men with bare upper bodies were fiercely fighting

on flesh. The dull sound of the

roared, and cheered as if they had gone

you wimp. Knock down

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

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

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

laid bare for all to see without restraint. Regulars here knew that the seemingly brutal boxing matches were just

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

boxing came the second round. Unlike the first round, where

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

stimulated the audience’s senses, and the odds for this

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

the betting odds, which was very tempting, no one was willing to place a bet on a

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

With one punch, the young boy fell to the ground. Everyone seemed unsurprised by this

top of the audience area, , an exclusive box was reserved for the

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

his words, a cold female voice came from the

“Not really!”

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