All Her Secrets By Chestnut

Chapter 295 Have a Flat Tire
Branden took Catherine’s hand and led her down the ship. Paxton was not with them, so Branden planned to drive himself.
Their cars were all parked at the parking lot by the shore before they headed to the island. Catherine peeked at Branden and
noticed the dark circles under his eyes. She said casually, “I’ll drive.”
Branden did not object to it. He was glad that Catherine was thoughtful and cared about him. “Okay,” he replied softly and
handed the car key to Catherine. Catherine had masterful driving skills.
After they got into the car, Catherine started the engine quickly and drove away. The dock was remote, and they did not meet
many cars or passengers, so Catherine drove speedily.
When driving past a ditch, the car shook violently and hit the side uncontrollably.
“We have a flat tire,” Catherine said sternly.
It was an emergency, but Catherine was calm and unaffected by it. Yet, her cold eyes darkened a little, and she sneered. The
accident caused the car to rush toward the guardrails out of control.
They were in the mountainous region. If the car broke through the guardrails, they might fall from the mountain. On the other side
was the precipice. At such a fast speed, the car would crash, and they would die if the car hit it.
There was no time for Catherine to think. She could only try to lower the damage to the minimum level when confronting such an
accident. They had an unexpected flat tire while driving at high speed.
Even an experienced driver who had been driving for decades could not handle it perfectly. It was inevitable to get hurt. All she
could do was to reduce the damage and not get themselves killed.
Catherine turned the steering wheel like crazy and drove toward the cliff’s edge. Before the car hit the edge of the cliff, Catherine
turned the steering wheel at full speed again.
She drove the car into the ditch between the cliff’s edge and the highway, consistently exerting effort to steer it uphill, intensifying
the resistance.
The car slowed down and came to a halt under such pressure and braking. Catherine avoided a disaster perfectly and ensured
the safety of Branden and herself.

Catherine looked at the seat next to her when the car was stationary. In the passenger seat, Branden was leaning his elbow
against the window.
The bright eyes on his handsome face were staring at her fixedly. In his eyes, Catherine saw no fear or panic but intriguing
oddness. Catherine wore a faint smile and sized Branden up. She let out a low and hoarse laughter.
“You’re not afraid?”
Hearing her question, Branden looked at her and raised his eyebrow, teasing, Why would I be since you’re with me?”
The simple words showed his deep faith in Catherine. It was almost impossible for Branden to trust someone with his family
background and current status.
It was not easy for him to trust Catherine with his life. Their eyes locked for a few seconds, and Catherine averted his first.
“Get off and check things out.”
With that, Catherine pushed the car door open and got off. Branden followed suit, as obedient as a wonderful husband. White
smoke seeped out of the car hood. The unconventional driving had damaged the vehicle.
Fortunately, the car’s high performance was crucial in avoiding a catastrophe. Catherine scanned the four tires and instantly
knew what was going on. She tilted her head to eye Branden, and the latter realized what had happened.
The four tires were all slashed to some extent, and they noticed that some still had nails embedded, evidently used to puncture
the tires intentionally.
The specialized nails were triangle shapes and could even pop the best run -flat tires. The fact spoke for itself. It was not an
accident, but some people wanted them dead. Unsurprisingly, a group of people revealed themselves and surrounded them
soon after..
They all wore masks and held weapons. Dayton never thought that Catherine could find a way to avoid the car crash under his
elaborate plan.
He could only deem that Catherine escaped the doom out of her good luck. Nonetheless, she would not leave unharmed even if
she was the Goddess of Luck.

Since Dayton had promised Johnathan to teach Catherine a great lesson, he must get it done. Dayton called his men to gather
there. He had heard that Catherine was quite agile and capable of fighting.
Catherine was raised in the countryside, and it was normal for her to be nimble. To make his plan foolproof, Dayton had arranged
for a dozen hired thugs to do that.
They were gangsters who were merciless and had no qualms about killing. It was a piece of cake for them to get rid of a
bumpkin like Catherine.
Catherine looked around at the thugs and was indifferent. She did not take the aggressive and lethal men to heart. With her
hands in her pockets, she took a small step back.
Her lower back met a palm that was supporting her like a powerful force. Catherine had never had such a feeling before. It was
unusual and weird, but she did not hate it.
She had been alone for too many years. She had dealt with even trickier problems by herself. It was the first time she had
someone behind her back, supporting her.
The weird feeling only existed briefly, and Catherine regained her usual sedateness. She ran her eyes over the masked men in
front of her in insouciance. “How about you tell us who your target is first?”
She could decide what to do with the enemies if she knew who they were targeting. The leading masked man did not expect
Catherine to be so calm. He felt excessively uncanny, sensing the terrifying aura on her.
He could tell the man with a grim look behind her was even more dangerous. The leading masked man might be scared if he
came alone. However, he was now with a dozen buddies. In other words, why would he be terrified since there was safety in
numbers?
He waved the baseball bat in his hand and pointed at Catherine.
“Enough of your nonsense. Kneel and let me break your legs. Otherwise, I’ll kill you.”
The order he received was to kill them both, but the leading masked man did not want to have more blood on his hands. He
decided to break Catherine’s legs to finish the mission. Catherine smiled. Her chin lifted a bit and showed her wonderful jawline.
Her red and thin lips moved up.

She turned her head at Branden and laughed, “It seems I’m the one they want.”
Branden gave a slight nod, and his deep eyes never left Catherine.
By tacit agreement, they knew what the other was thinking. The leading masked man saw them gazing at each other and was
annoyed. He ranted, “How dare you two ignore me?
“I’ll just fucking kill you both.”