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…”

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

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

remote village on the outskirts of Casier. No one would

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

bodies were fiercely fighting on a platform

dull sound of the collision of fists excited the nerves of

cheered as if they had

you wimp. Knock down that

there was going to be some gambling going on. People loved to place bets.

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 a pool

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

all to see without restraint. Regulars here knew

more brutal things happening. With time, everything would

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

who looked like a malnourished little boy. To the discerning eye, these seemingly mismatched players were not

between the two players’ strengths stimulated the audience’s senses, and

the young boy, they could

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

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

With one punch, the young boy fell to the ground. Everyone seemed unsurprised by this outcome. Not even

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

man was shaking the red wine glass 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

a cold female voice came from

“Not really!”

She slowly walked out from the shadow and raised her head, revealing