All Her Secrets By Chestnut

Ronin understood Catherine’s words. Those simple words immediately transformed his sulky

expression 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. Some

people 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 narrowed

eyes carried a dangerous smirk.

Branden wasn’t quite sure why he had become so detestable to Ronin. He hadn’t offended Ronin in

any 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 finished

speaking, Branden started the car. He hit the gas pedal and sped away. He didn’t give Ronin a chance

to chatter on.

This infuriated Ronin, who stood there and stomped in frustration. Ronin cursed Branden hundreds of

times 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 Catherine

to relax comfortably against the seat.

With a slight upward tilt of her eyes, she could observe Branden’s expressions through the rearview

mirror. She raised an eyebrow and lazily stared at Branden. Then she asked in a cold, low voice,” Are

you 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 behaved

more 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’s

words, 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. After

another silence, this time, it was Catherine who broke it.

“Why are you driving yourself today, and where are we heading?” Catherine rarely saw Branden drive

on 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 melted

away instantly.

“I’m going to see a friend. Triston said he would come on his own.” No wonder Catherine found it

strange. 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. After

Branden 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 Triston

was up to this time. Through the rearview mirror, Catherine could clearly see the hint of satisfaction in

Branden’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 city

traffic, with constant braking, it was still a comfortable ride.

Branden’s strength lay in his ability to effortlessly understand others’ preferences without the need for

words 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 made

Catherine feel Branden was even more considerate than Ronin.

At the same time, Triston was at the Skritan Apartment. Triston sat in his luxurious penthouse

apartment. He stared at the mess on the floor. His hair was messy, and his eyes were vacant, as if he

had 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’t

remember anything about what had happened the night before.

In his fragmented memories, he could only recall images of himself entangled with a seductive figure. It

drove him almost insane. Many people had come and gone last night, and he couldn’t remember who

he had been with.

Although Triston had a reputation as a playboy, no one knew that he hadn’t gotten involved with

anyone. This time, he had truly ruined himself. Triston collapsed in pain on the couch, with his mind

buzzing.

After a while, his phone rang loudly, which broke the silence. He tiredly reached for the phone and

instinctively answered it. His friend’s voice came through the microphone.

“Mr. Lambert, you really know how to enjoy life, huh? Are you curled up in some woman’s arms again

and 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 might

be busy with something important. He quickly changed his tone. “Mr. Lambert, what’s up? Haven’t you

left 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 was

always 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 up

the 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.