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All Her Secrets Chapter 138 by Chestnut

Chapter 138 Branden’s Advantage

After speaking, Catherine walked away, and Ronin followed closely behind. As Catherine stood at the doorway, a Murion-made Rolls-Royce suddenly pulled up. It came to a smooth stop right in front of Catherine.

Branden, who was in the car, rolled down the window and revealed his handsome face. He tilted his head and looked at Catherine. His eyes were clear and deep, which radiated a lethal charm.

“Get in.”

Branden’s husky voice came through his parted, thin lips. Ronin, who had caught up, happened to witness this scene. He looked at Branden with disdain.

Ronin thought inwardly, “Everyone seemed to be trying to get close to Boss. “Ronin was determined not to let the scheming Branden succeed.

“Boss, I drove here today too. Let me give you a ride back.” Catherine agreed to the car ride. Naturally, she had to show him some respect.

She had no reason to decline since he was willing to pick her up personally. She turned and glanced at Ronin. Then she said in a soft voice, “No need.”

After rejecting Ronin, Catherine opened the car door and got in. As Ronin watched Catherine’s actions, he pouted sadly. He just looked as if he was hurt and deprived of Catherine’s favor.

Catherine lowered the car window and reached out to pat his head. She comforted him and said, “Go back and wait for me.’ Ronin thought inwardly, “She wants me to wait for her.”

Ronin understood Catherine’s words. Those simple words immediately transformed his sulky expression into a sunny smile.

“Alright. Boss, I promise to take care of the logistics for you.”

After saying this, he shot a warning glance at Branden. “Boss, be careful when you’re out there. Some people may look good on the surface. But who knows what they’re up to behind your back?”

Branden leaned on the car window with one hand and stared at Ronin. Branden’s slightly narrowed eyes carried a dangerous smirk.

Branden wasn’t quite sure why he had become so detestable to Ronin. He hadn’t offended Ronin in any way. However, it seemed that Branden had committed some unforgivable crime in Ronin’s eyes.

Catherine chuckled helplessly. She thought Ronin was interesting. As soon as Catherine finished speaking, Branden started the car. He hit the gas pedal and sped away. He didn’t give Ronin a chance to chatter on.

This infuriated Ronin, who stood there and stomped in frustration. Ronin cursed Branden hundreds of times in his heart. Inside the car. Branden broke the silent atmosphere.

“That guy seems quite attached to you, “he said. The passenger seat was set low. It allowed Catherine to relax comfortably against the seat.

With a slight upward tilt of her eyes, she could observe Branden’s expressions through the rearview mirror. She raised an eyebrow and lazily stared at Branden. Then she asked in a cold, low voice,” Are you jealous?”

Branden used his tongue to touch his cheek. Then he sneered, “Huh?

“Jealous over a child? Are you sure?” In Branden’s eyes, Ronin was like a half -grown kid. He behaved more immaturely than a five-year-old child.

For Branden, the idea of him being jealous of a five-year-old child was absurd. Following Branden’s words, Catherine calmly asked, “If that’s the case, why bother asking?”

Branden was speechless by Catherine’s words. In a battle of wits, every move was critical. After another silence, this time, it was Catherine who broke it.

“Why are you driving yourself today, and where are we heading?” Catherine rarely saw Branden drive on his own. It was usually either Triston or Paxton behind the wheel.

When Catherine took the initiative to inquire about his actions, Branden’s initial discontentment melted away instantly.

“I’m going to see a friend. Triston said he would come on his own.” No wonder Catherine found it strange. Even Branden was puzzled by Triston’s behavior.

Triston usually liked to stick to Branden. But this time, Triston hadn’t actively sought him out. After Branden called to inquire about the situation, Triston even said he would come alone.

Behind the unusual circumstances, there was always a hidden motive. Branden wondered what Triston was up to this time. Through the rearview mirror, Catherine could clearly see the hint of satisfaction in Branden’s eyes.

Some men might talk maturely, but deep down, they could be childish. With the destination clarified, Catherine didn’t ask further questions, She lazily reclined in her seat to rest.

The stability and responsive brakes were advantages of luxury cars. Even in the midst of crowded city traffic, with constant braking, it was still a comfortable ride.

Branden’s strength lay in his ability to effortlessly understand others’ preferences without the need for words or overt actions. He could easily grasp the other person’s preferences as long as he wanted to.

After Catherine got into the car, even the angle of her seat had been adjusted to her liking. It made Catherine feel Branden was even more considerate than Ronin.

At the same time, Triston was at the Skritan Apartment. Triston sat in his luxurious penthouse apartment. He stared at the mess on the floor. His hair was messy, and his eyes were vacant, as if he had lost his soul.

He wasn’t worried about the aftermath of the chaos in his apartment. He was worried about himself. After a period of silence, Triston looked down again.

After gazing at his naked body, he covered his face in agony. Alcohol was a curse. He couldn’t remember anything about what had happened the night before.

In his fragmented memories, he could only recall images of himself entangled with a seductive figure. It drove him almost insane. Many people had come and gone last night, and he couldn’t remember who he had been with.

Although Triston had a reputation as a playboy, no one knew that he hadn’t gotten involved with anyone. This time, he had truly ruined himself. Triston collapsed in pain on the couch, with his mind buzzing.

After a while, his phone rang loudly, which broke the silence. He tiredly reached for the phone and instinctively answered it. His friend’s voice came through the microphone.

“Mr. Lambert, you really know how to enjoy life, huh? Are you curled up in some woman’s arms again and living for the moment without a care in the world?”

For Triston, those words hit a nerve. It instantly roused him from his stupor. He yelled into the phone, “Get lost! What nonsense are you blabbering about?”

On the other end of the call, as the people heard Triston speak so seriously, he thought Triston might be busy with something important. He quickly changed his tone. “Mr. Lambert, what’s up? Haven’t you left yet? Branden is on his way. You don’t want him to think you’re arrogant, right?”

Hearing Branden’s name, Triston finally remembered the gathering with his friends today. He was always attending parties day after day, with very few moments of rest.

If it weren’t for last night’s unexpected turn of events, he should be setting off with Branden right now. Once he realized this, Triston coldly responded to his friend. He gave a brief reply and then hung up the phone.

He needed to sober up. And he had to find out who the woman was that had slept with him last night. She was so audacious and irresponsible.

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All Her Secrets by Chestnut

All Her Secrets by Chestnut

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Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Native Language: English

Catherine Swann, a simple countryside girl, was having a leisurely and carefree life in the countryside. She thought she could have a happy life there for the rest of her life. Unfortunately, life had other plans for her. Her grandfather left a will for her, making her the inheritor of the Swanns’ billion-dollar fortune. As if that wasn’t shocking enough, he also arranged a marriage for her.

Branden Duncan, the only heir of the wealthiest family in Casier, was the dream prince charming of almost all the women in Casier. But Catherine turned him down in public. Instead of being angry about it, he was attracted by Catherine's cold eyes.Although Catherine seemed to be a girl with a simple life in the countryside, she was not simple. What kind of identity did she have? How would she deal with her unexpected fiancé and the opposition from the rest of the Swanns to her inheritance of the Swanns’ fortune?

Chapter 1 Return of the Jinx At Vicente Swann's funeral. As the Swanns were one of the three prominent families in Casier, Vicente's funeral was naturally packed with big shots and members of respected families in Casier. In the noisy venue, the arrival of a girl in a white T-shirt attracted the attention of everyone present. All of the people present were either rich or powerful. Despite being good-looking, the girl wore a cheap and battered T-shirt, setting her apart from everyone else at the funeral. Seeing how she walked straight toward the Swanns family, someone couldn't help asking curiously, "Who is she? Why is she sitting with the Swanns?" "I heard that she is Miss Catherine, the second daughter of the Swanns that had lived away from the family. Vicente only asked her to come back before he died." "Is that so? I heard that Vicente ordered the family to announce his will in front of everyone before he died. I guess she only returned for this!" ... The girl did not know that she had already become the topic of the guests' discussions. She looked calmly ahead with an indifferent expression on her face. Her eyes remained focused on Vicente's portrait in the middle of the venue. Nobody knew what she was thinking about at the time. At the sight of Catherine Swann like this, Liana Swann, the youngest and favorite daughter of the Swanns, couldn't help complaining to her mother, who was sitting next to her. "Mom, what is going on with this country girl? Grandpa has died. Even if she isn't sad, she should at least pretend to cry. What would the others think if the media took a photo of her like this later? She wouldn't even change her clothes when we asked her to. People that don't know better would think that the Swanns have mistreated her!" After hearing her youngest daughter's complaints, Rachael Swann furrowed her brows too. She thought that her youngest daughter did have a point. She never loved Catherine, her daughter from the countryside, dearly. In fact, Catherine pissed Rachael off just one day after she had returned. However, it was not the right time for Rachael to handle Catherine now. She planned to wait until the funeral was over before sending Catherine back to the countryside so that Catherine wouldn't continue to embarrass the Swanns here. Looking up, Rachael saw that her husband had arrived. She comforted her youngest daughter in a low voice, "Liana, be good. Your father is here. Bear with Catherine for now. We need to deal with what is important first!" Liana couldn't show her annoyance towards Catherine in public, so she could only choke back the complaints on the tip of her tongue. Nobody noticed that Catherine, who had been looking straight ahead, smiled lightly. The Swanns never spent time with Catherine, so they wouldn't know she had exceptional hearing. Even though Rachael and Liana spoke in a low voice, Catherine clearly heard every word of their exchange. Her mother truly did not love her! As Catherine stared at Vicente's portrait, her eyes flashed with a faint trace of sadness. Did she have to cry because of pain? ... Korbin Swann walked up the stage slowly. He gave a long speech first and expressed his views about how great Vicente was before finally announcing that the family would publicly announce Vicente's will. As many people knew this beforehand, the crowd was not too surprised. Vicente had a son and daughter. It was a no-brainer who would inherit the fortune of the Swanns. However, nobody understood why Vicente would make sure to make such a fuss to announce his will publicly. Was it just for formality? The lawyer Vicente trusted the most when he was still alive opened the sealed will and read it out loud. "After careful consideration, I, Vicente Swann, leave all my shares of the Swann Corporation, real estate properties, and a 500 million-dollar deposit at the Bank of Nospines to my granddaughter, Catherine Swann..." At the lawyer's words, the crowd gasped in shock. Not even the Swanns, everyone present was dumbfounded. Catherine Swann? Wasn't she the second daughter of the Swanns, the jinx that Vicente sent off to be raised in the countryside when she was young? How could it be? She would inherit the fortune of the Swanns. With their jaws dropped, everyone shared a similar look of horror. Except for Catherine, the center of the discussion. She still looked indifferent, as though nothing had happened. Her eyes were still fixed on Vicente's portrait in the center of the hall. Her lips parted slightly as she spoke in an almost inaudible voice. "Old man, what were you thinking?"

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