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

“Boom, boom, boom…”

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

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

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

match here. In the black market, boxing

upper bodies were fiercely fighting on a

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

as if they had gone

you wimp. Knock down that

People loved to place bets. As the

on the failed player, even doubting themselves for

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

laid bare for all to see without restraint. Regulars here knew that the seemingly

brutal things happening. With time, everything would only

round, where the players were evenly matched, the

a tall 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

stimulated the audience’s senses, and

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

significant difference in the betting odds, which was very tempting, no one was willing to place a bet

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

fell to the ground. Everyone seemed unsurprised by this outcome. Not even a cheer was

the audience area, , an exclusive box was reserved for the elite VIPS.

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

after his words, a cold

“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 and raised her head,