All Her Secrets

Chapter 138

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

Branden, who was in the car, rolled down the window and revealed his handsome face. He tilted hishead 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 towitness this scene. He looked at Branden with disdain.

Ronin thought inwardly, “Everyone seemed to be trying to get close to Boss. “Ronin was determinednot 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 atRonin. 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, “Goback 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 sulkyexpression 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. Somepeople 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 narrowedeyes carried a dangerous smirk.

Branden wasn’t quite sure why he had become so detestable to Ronin. He hadn’t offended Ronin inany 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 finishedspeaking, Branden started the car. He hit the gas pedal and sped away. He didn’t give Ronin a chanceto chatter on.

This infuriated Ronin, who stood there and stomped in frustration. Ronin cursed Branden hundreds oftimes 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 Catherineto relax comfortably against the seat.

With a slight upward tilt of her eyes, she could observe Branden’s expressions through the rearviewmirror. She raised an eyebrow and lazily stared at Branden. Then she asked in a cold, low voice,” Areyou 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 behavedmore 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’swords, 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. Afteranother silence, this time, it was Catherine who broke it.

“Why are you driving yourself today, and where are we heading?” Catherine rarely saw Branden driveon 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 meltedaway instantly.

“I’m going to see a friend. Triston said he would come on his own.” No wonder Catherine found itstrange. 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. AfterBranden 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 Tristonwas up to this time. Through the rearview mirror, Catherine could clearly see the hint of satisfaction inBranden’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 citytraffic, with constant braking, it was still a comfortable ride.

Branden’s strength lay in his ability to effortlessly understand others’ preferences without the need forwords 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 madeCatherine feel Branden was even more considerate than Ronin.

At the same time, Triston was at the Skritan Apartment. Triston sat in his luxurious penthouseapartment. He stared at the mess on the floor. His hair was messy, and his eyes were vacant, as if hehad 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’tremember anything about what had happened the night before.

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

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

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

“Mr. Lambert, you really know how to enjoy life, huh? Are you curled up in some woman’s arms againand 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 mightbe busy with something important. He quickly changed his tone. “Mr. Lambert, what’s up? Haven’t youleft 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 wasalways 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 upthe 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.