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.

straddled this sleek silver- black motorcycle with

“Boom, boom, boom…”

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

lightning speed. Her stunning figure left a lasting

the outskirts of Casier. No one would have thought a giant black

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

men with bare upper bodies were fiercely fighting

flesh. The dull sound of the collision of fists excited

cheered as if they had gone

you wimp. Knock

there was a competition, there was going to be some gambling going on. People loved to place bets. As the player lost, the

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

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

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

more brutal things happening. With time, everything would only become increasingly

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

guy who looked like a malnourished little boy. To the discerning eye, these

stimulated the audience’s senses, and the odds

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

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

the initiative to attack. He silently

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

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

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

words, a cold female voice

“Not really!”

voice had a unique icy and bone-shivering coldness. She slowly walked out from the shadow and raised her