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.

leg sweep and straddled this sleek silver-

“Boom, boom, boom…”

emitted a low roar, resembling

out at lightning speed.

would have thought a giant black market was hidden underneath this

match here. In the black market, boxing

upper bodies were fiercely fighting on

The dull sound of the collision of fists

roared, and cheered as if they

wimp. Knock down that

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

doubting themselves for

help him. Those spectators who lost the gamble couldn’t wait to go up and

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

With time, everything would only become increasingly

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

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 a malnourished little boy. To the discerning eye, these seemingly mismatched players were not at all peculiar in this boxing

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

young boy, they could receive a payout that was ten times

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

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

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

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

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 looks

after his words, a cold female voice came from the

“Not really!”

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