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All Her Secrets Chapter 504 by Chestnut

Chapter 504 The Welcoming Gift

The next day at noon, Catherine woke up and saw Branden sitting at the end of the bed, working on his computer. Judging by his appearance, he had been sitting there for quite some time.

Catherine groggily got up and sat upright on the bed. Branden, noticing that Catherine was awake, looked up at her.

His voice was so gentle as he asked, ” Would you like some water?”

Catherine weakly nodded, her eyes still closed. Branden picked up the glass of warm water he had prepared and handed it to Catherine.

The warm water instantly warmed her whole body, and Catherine slowly woke up. She leaned against Branden’s chest, her posture extremely comfortable, with a contented look on her face.

“Aren’t you going to the office today?”

Catherine remembered clearly hearing Paxton say yesterday that there were a lot of documents piling up at the company that Branden needed to sign. She originally thought Branden would be at the office, but she didn’t expect him to stay and work at home.

In response to Catherine’s question, a rare expression of helplessness appeared on Branden’s face. This expression surprised Catherine a bit. It was the first time she had seen Branden show such a look.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing. Get up. I’ll make you some oatmeal. Rolled oats, okay?”

Catherine didn’t like oatmeal, but she had low blood sugar.

In addition to providing Catherine with the sugar from fruits on a daily basis, Branden would also specially prepare some sweet oatmeal for her.

Catherine originally didn’t like this kind of sweet oatmeal, but Branden always managed to make it to her liking. After eating it a few times, Catherine got used to it.

While Branden went to prepare rolled oats, Catherine lazily got out of bed and wandered around the living room with nothing to do. Her natural sensitivity made her notice something was wrong, so she walked to the balcony and looked down.

A row of black cars parked downstairs greeted her eyes, all Rolls-Royces, looking majestic and imposing.

At that moment, Catherine suddenly understood why Branden had been acting so strangely today and didn’t even go to the company. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to go, but that he couldn’t.

She walked to the kitchen and looked at Branden who was busy cooking.

“Are those people downstairs sent by your grandfather?”

Who could arrange for so many Rolls- Royces to pick them up downstairs like this? Catherine couldn’t think of anyone other than Karl.

Branden put down the spoon in his hand and turned around to look at Catherine, raising an eyebrow with a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

Sensing Branden’s helplessness, Catherine couldn’t help but smile. They had even come to their doorstep to wait for them. It seemed that Karl was worried that Branden would go back on his word.

“How about we skip the rolled oats? We still have to go to Loxton, don’t we?”

Although the banquet usually took place in the evening, it would still take a two-hour flight from Casier to Loxton.

“No need. It’ll be ready soon. Take your time!”

Branden brought out the cooked rolled oats and placed them in front of Catherine.

“It’s a little hot. Be careful.”

Catherine knew that he hadn’t eaten yet, so she filled a bowl and handed it to him. Branden didn’t actually like sweet food, but he was forced to eat a little bit each time just to accompany Catherine.

Seeing Catherine quietly eating her oatmeal, Branden casually started a conversation. “If you don’t want to go, just tell me. Don’t worry about my grandpa.”

Although Branden didn’t know the purpose of Karl’s trip today, he knew very well that Catherine wasn’t the type to join in the crowd. She always kept her distance from such gatherings.

If it weren’t for that, Karl wouldn’t have resorted to such measures to pick them up.

But then again, it was just a meal, and Catherine didn’t think it was a big deal. It was Branden who was overly considerate of her emotions and seemed a bit hesitant.

“No need!” Catherine casually declined Branden’s kindness. “Just tell me when it’s time to leave!”

After saying that, Catherine placed the empty bowl on the table and walked away. Watching her retreating figure, Branden remained motionless. He lifted the bowl of oatmeal and took another sip.

For some reason, he felt that the oatmeal in his mouth tasted overly sweet. Karl was getting impatient and was about to get out of the car, but thinking about Branden’s temper, he sat back down.

With a stern face, he instructed the butler beside him, “Go and check why they haven’t come down yet.”

The butler had a mournful expression as he looked at Karl.

“Sir, since you don’t dare to go, how can I have the courage to do that?”

Karl’s face immediately darkened. ”

What do you mean I don’t dare to go? Is there anything in this world that I’m afraid of? Stop talking nonsense!”

Sensing Karl’s vaguely visible anger, the butler quickly apologized, “Sorry, sir, it was my mistake. I’m the coward!”

While apologizing, the butler couldn’t help but suppress a laugh in his heart. If Karl wasn’t afraid, why would he ask him to do that?

Karl glared at the butler. “Do it now!”

The butler had no choice but to obediently get out of the car, ready to go upstairs. Just as he turned around and looked up, he saw the persons he wanted to see.

He quickly turned back to report to Karl, “Sir, look!”

Karl looked up and saw Branden leading Catherine out of the gate.

Branden’s gaze never left Catherine, showing that he was truly interested in her.

Thinking about the imminent realization of the dream of having great -grandchildren, Karl became excited. He had constantly reminded himself on the way here to maintain a cold and elder-like attitude in front of Catherine. But when he saw Catherine, he forgot everything. He pushed the car door open and couldn’t wait to get out of the car, waving ahead.

“Cassie, I’m here!”

His voice was loud and powerful, instantly attracting everyone’s attention.

Catherine followed Branden to Karl and took the initiative to greet him.

Karl’s happy smile was about to burst. ” What a coincidence! I didn’t expect to meet you as soon as I arrived!”

Just arrived?

Branden raised an eyebrow and glanced at his grandfather, coldly saying, ” Yeah, it’s surely a coincidence!”

Seeing his grandson about to cause trouble again, Karl immediately glared at him, threatening in a low voice, “You brat, watch your words!”

Catherine stood aside, her eyes narrowed, expressionless. She watched the playful interaction between Karl and Branden.

Regardless of how angry Karl was, Branden remained calm.

Finally, Karl had no choice but to wave his hand impatiently and say, “Alright, let’s go. Get in the car!”

After everyone got in the car, Karl smiled and looked at Catherine.

“You left in a hurry yesterday, Cassie. I didn’t even give you a welcoming gift. I specially brought it today. Here, take it!

Karl took out a brocade box and handed it to Catherine, urging her to open it quickly.

“Hurry up and open it. See if you like it!

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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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