All Her Secrets

Because of Catherine’s words, Branden, who had always been unsmiling and cold, raised the corner of his mouth slightly. In a
deep, hoarse, and magnetic voice, he said, “Wasn’t it obvious enough?”
Catherine was silent for a while. There wasn’t much emotion on her face, making it impossible for others to guess what she was
thinking.
After a while, Catherine slowly raised her head to look at Branden, an obscure enveloping between her eyebrows on her delicate
face.
Her beautiful eyes were slightly raised. She looked calm and relaxed, and her tone was light, as if she was not talking about
herself.
“I’m a jinx. I’m destined to be lonely, and the people I am with will either be dead or injured!” It was the 21st century, but some
people still cringed because of these ridiculous remarks.
After hearing Catherine’s words, Branden smiled faintly. His deep gaze fell carelessly on Catherine’s face, gently sweeping over.
He looked lazy, but his attitude was firm, and his tone was even more domineering.
“My fate is in my own hands!” Catherine appreciated Branden’s personality, and he was right. Her fate was also in her own
hands.
“Heh!” Catherine let out a light laugh and put away her cell phone, then stood up. “Let’s go out for some fresh air!”
Branden immediately stood up and followed without hesitation. Although Triston and the others dared not approach, they had
been watching every move of Branden and Catherine.
They watched Catherine standing up to leave and Branden following. Those initially a little worried and didn’t dare to watch
Branden and Catherine directly started to discuss when they saw them leave. They looked at each other and finally sent a
representative to approach Triston to inquire.
“Mr. Lambert, who’s Mr. Duncan’s fiancée? I think Mr. Duncan quite favors her. She’ll become his wife without any doubts, right?”
Prominent and wealthy families have always emphasized the importance of family status. Even ordinary wealthy families would
consider the family background when looking for a partner, not to mention the top wealthy families like the Duncans.
If that girl also came from a wealthy family, she would become the matriarch of the Duncans in the future.

Triston smiled elegantly while holding the wine, with a hint of pride on his face. “She’ll become his wife without any doubts. After
all, this was the marriage agreement made by Branden’s grandfather and Mr. Swann himself. Don’t you think that’s a certain
thing?”
Everyone was somewhat surprised when they heard this. Not many wealthy families were surnamed Swann in Casier, and even
fewer people could make Triston respectfully call “Mr. Swann.”
After their analysis, they found that only the Swanns in the south of the city remained eligible.
Suddenly, someone remembered something and said anxiously, “I did hear my mom say that she had attended Mr. Swann’s
funeral before. Could it be that the girl just now is Mr. Swann’s second granddaughter, Miss Catherine, who has just returned to
the Swanns?”
Those in the upper circles knew that the Swanns had made a fool of themselves, and the Swanns were considered one of the
four famous families.
After the death of Vicente, the most authoritative person of the Swanns, he did not entrust the assets of the Swanns to Korbin.
Instead, he handed them over to his second granddaughter, who had been thrown into the countryside since childhood.
Due to the Swanns being a powerful family, everyone did not dare to discuss this matter openly, but this matter was still spread
on a small scale.
There were always a few brain-dead people who knew this. Someone subconsciously blurted out, “Isn’t Miss Catherine the jinx
of the Swanns?”
The atmosphere was quiet for a second. Everyone knew about this, but those who could publicly say such words were brainless.
[Slap!]
A slap was hit heavily on the back of the head of the person who had just said those words. Audrey then staggered up, looking at
the person who spoke with confused eyes. She couldn’t stand still.
“Brat, what kind of nonsense are you babbling? How can my sister be a jinx? My sister is a blessing from God. I’m her sister.
How could I not know? If you keep talking nonsense, beware, I’ll cut out your tongue.”
Audrey was already a little drunk, and her speech was a little slurred. But that was just good. She could alleviate some
awkwardness with the help of alcohol. The man who spoke reacted to his mistake and hurriedly bowed his head to apologize.

“I’m sorry. It’s my fault. I’m wrong.”
As the host, Triston stepped forward at the right time and pulled Audrey away. “Let’s go, Audrey. You’re drunk. I’ll take you back.”
Getting out of Triston’s house and breathing in the fresh air outside, Catherine took a few deep breaths in contentment. When
she was in Triston’s house just now, it all smelled of cigarettes and alcohol, which didn’t make her comfortable.
It was windy outside, so Branden took off his suit jacket and handed it to Catherine. He had come straight from the office and
was still in his formal attire.
Seeing the jacket in Branden’s hand, Catherine’s beautiful eyes held a faint smile. She raised her eyebrows to look at him.
“No need. I’m not cold!”
Although she didn’t wear much, she wore a lot more than Branden. Despite her refusal, Branden still draped his jacket over her
shoulders.
“It’s windy. You’d better drape it!”
The jacket covering her still carried the temperature belonging to him. The warmth caught her off guard. The faint aroma was
refreshing.
Not knowing what to do, Catherine sat quietly on the stone steps, staring at the boundless and beautiful moonlight. Branden, on
the other hand, stood quietly observing her. The dim street light fully presented her beautiful appearance.
Catherine’s skin was very smooth. She looked very charming. After a long silence, Catherine suddenly said, “You should have
received the contract, right?”
Branden said, “Uh-huh.” Then he stood up and walked to Catherine, facing her. Their gaze met. The man suddenly leaned down
and braced his hands on Catherine’s sides, his eyes looking at her thoughtfully.
“The contract is in effect, and so is our one-year contract, right? My fiancée!”
His deep, moonlike eyes were staring at Catherine. His gaze was so hot that Catherine’s heart couldn’t help but tremble
momentarily.

The man in front of her knew how to seduce people too well. In Vicente’s will, Catherine asked Branden to agree to be her fiancé
for a year. Now that she had fulfilled Branden’s conditions, the contract had officially come into effect.
In just a second, Catherine adjusted her emotions. She looked straight at Branden with her beautiful eyes, the ends of which
were slightly raised, with a mysterious and enigmatic smile.
“Yes, the contract is in effect. You remember to go home and read the contract regulations when you have time.”
Branden could tell from Catherine’s smile that she had other intentions. It seemed that he needed to find time to go back and
study the contract still lying in the drawer of the Duncans’ living room. But now, he had another question for Catherine.
“What is your relationship with The Storm?”
It was impossible for one to determine the global copyright agency of a game without some strength. This made him somewhat
curious about Catherine’s identity!