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

“Boom, boom, boom…”

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

speed. Her stunning

remote village on the outskirts of Casier. No one would have

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

with bare upper bodies were fiercely fighting on a platform of several

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

shouted, roared, and cheered as

you wimp. Knock down

gambling going on. People loved to

took out their frustration from losing at boxing on the failed player, even doubting themselves for betting on

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

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

time, everything would only become increasingly cruel and also

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

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

the two players’ strengths stimulated the audience’s senses, and the odds for this round were 1

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

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

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

young boy fell to the ground. Everyone seemed unsurprised by this

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

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

his words, a cold female voice came from the

“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