All Her Secrets By Chestnut

Chapter 634 The Organization Catherine set down her utensils and casually remarked, "There's no need for you to do that if you merely want to give us space." Drake was stunned for a while. Zobber beside him rudely kicked his chair. " Kid, stay put. Next time, if you want to make an excuse, make it believable." Drake sat down slowly with a faint smirk playing on his lips. He was clearly in good spirits.

Though he tried to control it, his ears betrayed him by turning red.

He genuinely didn't smoke. He thought Catherine wanted to discuss something privately with Zobber, so he found an excuse to leave.

For a professional esports player like him, smoking could be detrimental because it could lead to a range of health issues, with the most severe potentially affecting reaction time.

Therefore, smoking and drinking were prohibited for professional esports players.

Since Catherine let Drake stay, Zobber knew Catherine's intention. As such, she reported the situation to Catherine without hesitation before Drake.

She said, "Catherine, we have cracked the files and handed them to the higher authorities. Moreover, we have uncovered two Rexinheim's contact stations in Loxton, all of which have been shut down." The reason Zobber and Withal took so long on this mission was primarily because they took on another task right after accepting one, which caused a delay in their progress.

Though their organization wasn't tied to any specific nation, its members were all Eskana citizens. Whenever Eskana needed help, they'd offer resources without hesitation.

When Catherine instructed them to proceed, Zobber and Withal were made aware that the mission cwith risks and no reward. However, they accepted it without conditions.

Even Drake stumbled upon this task online and volunteered after knowing they needed help.

Certain things could lead to a diplomatic incident if Eskana were to intervene directly.

However, if it were them, any issues would be attributed to a personal mission by a mysterious organization and would create a lesser impact.

After listening to the conversation, Drake gazed earnestly at Catherine. " Can I join your organization? I want to contribute my skills." Neither the Spencers nor the Facers would allow him to have a military or political career. His future lay in the business sector.

He had no goals or direction, and his life seemed predetermined. It's the swith the gaming team. He had a pact with his father to return to a conventional path in three years.

He longed to do something meaningful, and joining Catherine's organization might be a new start.

Upon hearing Drake's request, Catherine's, Zobber's, and Withal's reactions were the same. They narrowed their eyes and assessed Drake.

"Want to join us?" Catherine asked.

She was confident of Drake's abilities based on the recent mission. But joining their organization wasn't a walk in the park.

Drake nodded firmly. "Yes. I wish to join and I'm ready for any test!" "Good," Catherine replied. Then she turned to Withal and said, "You handle this." Withal smirked and glanced at Drake. He nodded with a meaningful look." Catherine, I'll make sure he learns the ropes." The look Drake received sent a chill down his spine, making his pores stand on end.

Despite knowing the road ahead wouldn't be easy, he had no intention of giving up. If joining the organization meant doing more meaningful things and enhancing his life's value, he was all in.

While they continued to discuss Drake's potential membership, Catherine's phone on the table rang. When she glanced at the phone, Catherine realized it was a call from Marshall. She reached out and answered it.

"Catherine, where are you? I'll pick you up." The urgency in Marshall's voice prompted Catherine to inquire, Professor Hartley, what's wrong?" "I ran into an issue while brainstorming with Patrick. We're stuck in a loop. I think you might have a fresh perspective on it. Would you be able to cover?" Marshall explained.

Having interacted with Catherine for a while, Marshall found her increasingly impressive.

Catherine often provided insights in many research areas.

Catherine couldn't help but chuckle. She had expected a major incident to have happened, not just a hiccup in Marshall's brainstorming session.

However, since it was Marshall, it made sense as well.

He was a natural scholar, one who was willing to sacrifice everything for his research.

In his eyes, nothing was more valuable than his projects.

He was uninterested in power or wealth. Despite being a top research professor at Styre University, he remained humble and learned from others when faced with someone more knowledgeable.

That was the quality and demeanor befitting of a research expert.

Catherine hung up and stood up. She was prepared to leave.

Seeing that, Branden instinctively grabbed her hand.

Before he could speak, Catherine said, " There's a situation in the lab, and I need to go back. Can you dropoff?" Branden draped his coat over her shoulders as he stood up. "Will you be back tonight?" Catherine couldn't provide an answer to the situation at hand. She wasn't sure which stage of the research was causing the problem.

Once experiments start, it could potentially run for the entire day.

"It's hard to say. If it's resolved, I'll give you a call. You can pickup then," she said plainly.

That simple request brought a flicker of joy to Branden, and he instinctively smiled. “Okay. I'll pick you up when you're done." After saying goodbye to Zobber and the others, Catherine left.

As soon as they were gone, Zobber " let out a loud sigh. Then she said, "I She then envy Catherine. She has incredible ability abilities and was with a top-quality guy."

Branden was outstanding, be it his om family background, looks, or capabilities. He was a top-tier man, and to top it off, he had a penchant for doting on his girlfriend. Upon hearing Zobber's sigh, Withal casually responded. "There are always sfolks who are so conceited and would groan at the slightest matter." Zobber flew into a rage at Withal's words. With anger, she tried to attack him.

Withal skillfully dodged, and the two engaged in a lively chase.

Drake rested his chin in his hand and casually ate his dishes. He was amused by the spectacle happening before him.

He was startled by their fight at first but soon realized that they were in a love-hate relationship. Brawling was their version of fun. It was not serious. Drake enjoyed this atmosphere. It was free-spirited without many rules.

Thinking about it strengthened his resolve to join the organization.

No matter how tough it gets, he was going to give it a shot.

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