All Her Secrets By Chestnut

Chapter 138 Branden’s Advantage
After speaking, Catherine walked away, and Ronin followed closely behind. As Catherine stood at the doorway, a Murion-made
Rolls-Royce suddenly pulled up. It came to a smooth stop right in front of Catherine.
Branden, who was in the car, rolled down the window and revealed his handsome face. He tilted his head and looked at
Catherine. His eyes were clear and deep, which radiated a lethal charm.
“Get in.”
Branden’s husky voice came through his parted, thin lips. Ronin, who had caught up, happened to witness this scene. He looked
at Branden with disdain.
Ronin thought inwardly, “Everyone seemed to be trying to get close to Boss. “Ronin was determined not to let the scheming
Branden succeed.
“Boss, I drove here today too. Let me give you a ride back.” Catherine agreed to the car ride. Naturally, she had to show him
some respect.
She had no reason to decline since he was willing to pick her up personally. She turned and glanced at Ronin. Then she said in
a soft voice, “No need.”
After rejecting Ronin, Catherine opened the car door and got in. As Ronin watched Catherine’s actions, he pouted sadly. He just
looked as if he was hurt and deprived of Catherine’s favor.
Catherine lowered the car window and reached out to pat his head. She comforted him and said, “Go back and wait for me.’
Ronin thought inwardly, “She wants me to wait for her.”
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.