All Her Secrets By Chestnut

Chapter 836 I Dare Not Move Flash calmly engaged in psychological warfare with Winston. The more composed he appeared, the more flustered Winston would be. Seeing Winston's psychological defenses starting to crumble, Flash continued, " Professor Warner, you're a professor in the computer science department. Do you know medicine? When a person's major artery is damaged, how long does it take for that person to die?" Flash's sinister laugh caused Winston's face to turn ashen. He began to plead with Flash, asking him to spare Ronin and to treat Ronin.

Leaning forward with his hands on the table, Flash fixed his eyes on Winston. " Professor Warner, I'm not the one who can save him; you are. Do you want to save him? Tell me,” Flash said. "He's not even 19 years old. It's a young man's life, right? I remember him tellingthat you are his most respected teacher, just like his father. Are you going to watch him die?" Winston broke down, pounding the table with his hands and shouting madly, "I agree to your demands!" "Hah!" Flash laughed triumphantly, not hiding his satisfaction. He gleefully told Winston, "Very good! Congratulations on making the right choice." "Save Ronin! Now! Do you hear me?" Winston yelled at Flash.

Flash casually spread out his hands, nodding in agreement. "Alright, I'll save Ronin. But don't try anything funny. If I can torture him once, I can do it a second time." Winston fell silent, sitting there with a helpless expression.

Seeing the blank look on Winston's face, Flash finally felt assured of his success. Now, all he needed to do was let Winston rest for a while and then have him and Ronin work together to steal the data. "Our victory is imminent," Flash thought.

"Boss, the car is ready. Are you ready to leave now?" Paxton asked.

Branden put down the documents in his hand and stood up. "Let's go," he ordered, and Paxton immediately followed at his side.

They were on their way to Styre University to pick up Catherine. As their Bentley was about to leave the underground garage, a black car suddenly cut across, blocking their path.

The moment the driver saw the road blocked, his face immediately darkened. This was the Duncan Corporation's building. How could someone be so careless as to obstruct the president's car? The driver was about to get out of the car when Paxton quickly stopped him. " You stay in the car; I'll go down and check it out," Paxton said.

Paxton got out of the car and walked around to the front of the black vehicle to investigate. It was a blind spot, and the people inside the car couldn't see what was happening in front. A short tpassed, but Paxton hadn't returned. Tension filled the car, and the driver cautiously turned to seek permission from Branden, who was sitting straight in the car with his eyes closed, exuding an air of calm.

"Boss, should I go down and take a look?” the driver asked.

Branden remained composed. "No rush. 11 The driver immediately sat up straight, refraining from opening the door. However, his expression remained grim as he focused intently on his surroundings.

Branden slightly furrowed his brow as he heard a lot of noise outside. The unexpected commotion brought a sardonic smile to his lips. "Tom, be careful," he instructed.

The driver nodded respectfully. He had also heard the commotion outside. He instinctively placed his hand on his waist, saying, "Thank you for your concern, Boss. I vow to protect your safety at all costs." "At all costs? Humph!" Branden sneered. "It's not necessary to go to such extremes,” he murmured inwardly.

A group of figures closed in on the car from all sides, their movements swift and coordinated, all targeting the Bentley ahead. As the sticks in their hands approached the car, Branden calmly pushed open the car door and stepped out, a sharp contrast between the two sides.

Despite the numerical advantage of the opposing group, Branden's presence was intimidating. As he stepped out of the car, he instantly stunned them.

The leader of the group cto his senses and gave the command. The group of dark-clad men swarmed toward Branden.

Branden unbuttoned his suit, allowing for greater freedom of movement. He carefully removed the tie from around his neck and placed it in his pocket. It was bought by Catherine, and he didn't want to soil it.

The assailants charged forward, but Branden swiftly retaliated. Despite their numerical advantage, they couldn't even get within three feet of him. More and more attackers fell to the ground, and it becevident that they were no match for Branden.

The leader of these men becanxious and signaled for everyone to retreat. However, it seemed too late. Francis and his men arrived just in time. When Francis saw Branden standing unharmed in a relaxed posture without even a speck of dust on him, he felt relieved. "Charge!” he then commanded.

The situation quickly turned, and the once aggressive assailants were now all pinned to the ground, unable to lift their heads.

After dealing with these men, Francis ran up to Branden, feeling excited. " Boss, are you okay?" he asked eagerly.

Branden gave Francis a cold glance that immediately made Francis bow his head and apologize, "Boss, it's my fault. Please punish me!"

It seemed that Branden could always see through their tricks. In fact, Francis could have arrived earlier, but Carlo said it had been too long since Branden had shown hi combat skills Carland Francis then made a bet. Francis deliberately arrived a minute late to catch a glimpse of Branden in a fight on the surveillance footage. It looked amazing.

Branden's movements were so smooth and precise. Although Francis knew he would be punished, he thought witnessing such a scene made it worth it.

"Boss..." Meanwhile, Paxton was brought out. He had been ambushed. The attackers had used considerable force to subdue him. In order to protect himself and to wait for more attackers to appear, he deliberately chose to surrender. Carlo had been secretly protecting Paxton and managed to save him just as the attackers were about to take him away.

After Branden assessed Paxton and saw his minor injuries, he softened his expression and ordered Paxton to get into the car.

As Paxton was about to comply, he noticed Francis still standing in place and couldn't help but ask, "Why are you still standing there?" Francis glanced at Branden's back with a look of helplessness and whispered, " I dare not move." Knowing Francis must have done something wrong, Paxton smacked him on the head. "You rascal, keep standing here!"

As the others got into the car, Francis becanxious, inwardly screaming, "Don't leavebehind?” However, all that was left for him was the lingering smell of exhaust gas in the air.