All Her Secrets

Catherine didn’t even glance at the documents the kidnapper held. She had one request.

“I’ll sign when I see her.”

Catherine stood at the entrance of the factory. The afternoon sun cast a glow upon her, which made it impossible to discern her expression or features.

However, she exuded an intense aura that was hard to ignore. Upon hearing Catherine’s demand, the scarred man sneered and squinted his eyes. He stared at Catherine with a malevolent look in his gaze.

“Kid, I’ve got the upper hand now. You’re no one to negotiate with me.

“Come over here and sign this obediently. I’m giving you this opportunity because you’ve got some guts left. Don’t think just because you’re a girl, I can’t handle you.”

The scarred man often enjoyed hunting in the mountains, but when he captured prey, he wouldn’t immediately finish it off.

Instead, he’d give the prey a glimmer of hope and let it escape. When the prey believed it had escaped, he’d recapture and kill it.

He would make his prey experience the utmost despair before eventually dying in agony. To the scarred man, Catherine was now just like the prey he had recently captured. However, this was just the scarred man’s imagination.

After all, he was facing Catherine.

Catherine idly played with her fingers.

She was thoroughly uninterested in the scarred man’s nonsense. She remained calm and casually looked up, with her eyebrows slightly arched.

“Stop wasting time. If you’re going to act, do it quickly!”

confidence. He looked at Catherine

Catherine, he thought two of his men were overkill. His two

while now. With her stunning face and attractive figure,

from the high-end clubs. And she

a touch would be a jackpot for them. They would have pounced long ago if their boss

couldn’t resist reaching out a hand when he was just a step away from Catherine. But before his hand could touch Catherine’s clothes,

rushed in. The men couldn’t quite grasp how Catherine moved so quickly, but he felt a powerful force pulling his body

into an unnatural position.

her leg and brought it down hard on the man’s lower

“Ah…”

scream followed, and the man lay writhing on the ground in agony. The force behind that kick was enough to leave him in a wheelchair for the

game for

Catherine was just

She extended her hand and lightly beckoned him with her finger. The henchman screamed in fear and instinctively tried to

lifted her foot and delivered a powerful kick, sending him

massive body hit the ground. It caused a cloud of dust. The henchman struggled to get up and attempted to seek help

opened his mouth, a surge of blood gushed from his lips. Then he collapsed to the ground without lifting his head. The scarred man

expected Catherine to be this formidable. At that moment, he finally understood why his boss had warned him to be cautious of

the small vial in his pocket tightened. With anxiety, he felt regret that he didn’t use it. His boss had prepared a vial

he’d make Catherine take the substance and

as just a pretty girl. He

he realized

were all armed with weapons. He himself had a revolver holstered on his waist. With this kind of firepower, Catherine’s

regained his confidence. He looked at his henchmen as he raised his arms and shouted, “Let’s go together!

the henchmen brimmed with enthusiasm. Catherine still maintained her indifferent posture. She was seemingly unimpressed