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All Her Secrets Chapter 553 by Chestnut

Chapter 553 I Trained Her

The next morning, Paxton arrived with his men at the entrance of the apartment next to Styre University.

Francis and Carlo stood at the door, enduring the wind blowing for the entire morning. Finally, they couldn’t take it anymore.

Carlo, always the talkative one, was the first to speak. “Paxton, what’s going on? We’ve been standing here for almost five hours. Can’t we go in yet?”

From seven in the morning until now, almost noon, Paxton showed no intention of opening the door.

The wind in Loxton was biting in the morning, and the scorching sun near noon made people dizzy. It was truly torture.

Paxton glanced at Carlo irritably and then looked down at the watch on his wrist. He said in a low voice, “Don’t be impatient. It’ll be another half an hour.

“It’ll be noon in half an hour,” Carlo retorted, annoyed.

“So what? Are you tired? Do you want me to throw you into the mines in Ravenloth?” Paxton’s tone was cold, and it scared Carlo.

Cory was currently working in the mines in Ravenloth. He now looked like a plump of charcoal. The conditions there were harsh, and Carlo surely didn’t want to go.

Last time, the king of Ravenloth gave Catherine a gold mine. To expedite the excavation of the gold inside, Branden arranged for Cory to work there. The reason there was a gold mine in that place was that it was rarely visited by people, and the conditions were extremely harsh.

Threatened by Paxton, Carlo instantly became obedient, not daring to say anything more.

Seeing that Carlo had shut up, Paxton stopped threatening him.

In fact, Paxton was holding back his anger. He was sent to stand in punishment by Branden the previous night, and he didn’t even have the time to complain. What right did Carlo have to make complaints?

If it wasn’t for Carlo and Francis not handling things well, they wouldn’t be standing there in punishment now.

The notice Branden sent Paxton the previous night required Paxton to arrive at seven in the morning, but he still hadn’t been notified to enter. Paxton knew very well what was going on. Now he could only wait obediently, hoping that Branden would let him in soon.

Inside the room, the summer sunlight shone on the tender skin of the person on the bed. Catherine woke up in a wave of heat, her sleepy eyes squinting as she looked ahead.

“What time is it?” Her voice sounded hoarse but cute, lacking the usual coldness.

Branden couldn’t help but smile when he heard the voice. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into his embrace.

“It’s almost noon. Do you want to rest a little longer or get up for lunch?” he asked.

Catherine, still half-asleep, shook her head and furrowed her brows. She wasn’t hungry. Although she didn’t get out of bed in the morning, Branden brought breakfast to her and fed her before letting her go back to sleep. It had only been four hours since breakfast, so she wasn’t hungry.

“I’ll get up, but I don’t want to have lunch yet,” she replied.

Branden hugged her affectionately and softly responded, “Alright.”

Catherine got up and walked to the window, stretching lazily in the sun. Since she had gotten up, she didn’t want to stay in bed. She caught a glimpse of three familiar figures below the window and paused for a moment, turning to look at Branden behind her.

“Paxton and his two brothers are downstairs. Shouldn’t we let them in?” she asked.

Catherine knew that it must be Branden who had asked them to come there. Branden didn’t say much. He just nodded at Catherine and took out his phone to unlock the door.

Click!

The sound caught the attention of the three people standing outside the door. Just after being reprimanded by Paxton, Carlo didn’t dare to act out and obediently stood there waiting for instructions. It was Paxton who confidently pushed open the door and led his two brothers into the house.

In the living room, Catherine was playing with her phone on the sofa, looking bored. Branden was busy in the kitchen.

When Francis and Carlo entered, they were dumbfounded to see their boss wearing an apron and cutting fruit. At that moment, they even began to wonder if the man in the kitchen was Branden Duncan or not.

Carlo was the most shocked, his mouth agape.

Paxton, on the other hand, remained composed. After all, he had seen even more submissive behavior than this. What was there to be surprised about?

After Branden finished cutting the fruit, he brought it over and sat down next to Catherine. He handed her the prepared fruit with a fork, taking care of her every need.

“We’ll have lunch later. Have some fruit first,” Branden said, attentively.

As Catherine looked at the beautifully arranged and perfectly cut fruit, she couldn’t help but feel tempted. She took a bite and found it quite tasty.

Seeing her start eating the fruit, Branden gave a faint smile. However, his gentleness only stayed with Catherine. When his gaze turned toward the three Duncans, it instantly turned cold and ruthless.

Carlo was so scared by Branden’s gaze that he almost fell to the ground. “Why is there such a difference in Boss’s attitude toward Catherine and us?” he wondered.

Paxton quickly placed the safe he was holding on the table. “Boss, this is the safe you asked for.”

Seeing Paxton getting down to business, Carlo and Francis immediately regained their composure.

Francis was the first to report on the mission. “Boss, besides the people from Rexinheim, there is another mysterious force searching for this safe. They are quite powerful.”

Hearing Francis’s words, Carlo quickly added, “And there was a woman on the mission. Her combat skills were quite good.”

Catherine, who was playing games on her cell phone, put down her phone and looked at Carlo.

Sensing Catherine’s gaze, Carlo thought he had said something wrong and quickly explained, “Miss Swann, although her combat skills are good, she definitely can’t compare to you.”

Carlo’s words brought a faint smile to Catherine’s indifferent face. Just as Carlo thought he had flattered her, he heard Catherine whisper, “You’re right. I trained her. Of course she can’t compare to me.”

“You’re right, Miss Swann. With her limited combat skills, how can she compare to you…” Carlo stopped halfway through his sentence, his eyes almost popping out. His mouth twitched as he asked, “You trained her?

She works for you?”

Catherine did not deny it. She gestured toward Branden.

Branden picked up the safe that Paxton had just placed on the table, handing it to Catherine.

Catherine took it without hesitation and then made a request. “Give me a laptop.”

Paxton quickly went to the study and brought out a laptop, handing it to Catherine.

As Catherine held the laptop and pounded away at the keyboard, the other three people still hadn’t recovered from their shock. It was at this moment they realized that they were fighting amongst themselves.

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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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