All Her Secrets By Chestnut

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!