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-

“Boom, boom, boom…”

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

speed. Her stunning figure left a lasting

Casier. No one would have thought a giant black market was hidden

match here. In the black market, boxing

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

for punch, each one landed on flesh. The dull sound of the collision

shouted, roared, and cheered as if they

Knock

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

frustration from losing at boxing on the failed player, even doubting themselves for betting on such a wimp. The loser was lying in

him, and no one would want to help him. Those spectators who lost the gamble couldn’t wait to go up and tear

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

time, everything would only become increasingly cruel and also more

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

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

strengths stimulated the audience’s senses,

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

was very tempting, no one was willing to

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

one punch, the young boy fell to the ground. Everyone seemed

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

his hand. On his cold, pale, handsome face, a pair of feminine eyes revealed a chilling

cold female voice came

“Not really!”

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