All Her Secrets By Chestnut

Branden had come directly from the office, so he wore what he wore at work. That was a silver- gray

suit with a slim-fitting black shirt, the perfect corporate leader attire.

This look would suit sitting inside a top business car, swirling a glass of red wine, and looking at all

other beings with contempt.

This attire did not match the motorcycle at all!

Branden understood the meaning of her look with just one glance. He took off the jacket immediately

and threw it to Paxton. He unbuttoned the shirt to chest level, looking all evil and handsome with a

charismatic charm. Both his sleeves were pulled up above the forearms, exposing his well-toned

forearms. The bronzed skin carried a hint of seduction. He turned his head towards Catherine and

raised his eyebrows as a gesture.

At that moment, Catherine felt her mind go blank. Then, she took out the key and threw it to Branden.

When she realized it, Branden had already gotten on the motorcycle.

It was too late to refuse now. Catherine could only look down and scold herself quietly. “Lust makes you

dumb.”

When she looked up again, Branden had already ridden the motorcycle and stopped in front of her.

She thought there would be a sense of contradiction, but there was none at all. Only charisma

remained.

Branden took the helmet and helped Catherine wear it.

Those misty, deep eyes made Catherine give up struggling.

After wearing the helmet, Branden patted her head gently. There was a rare tenderness in those

breathtaking eyes. Catherine fell deeply and immediately.

She turned and got onto the motorcycle, subconsciously leaning her hands on the back seat instead of

wrapping around Branden’s waist. It was as if she was trying to keep a distance from him.

Vroom!

The sound of the motorcycle was like thunder, and it disappeared in front of everyone.

The sight of a handsome couple was a treat.

They had been gone for a long time before everyone realized it.

Bryan came back to his senses after a long time. He subconsciously said, “When did Uncle Branden

learn how to ride a motorcycle?”

To him, the family had high expectations of Uncle Branden since he showed great intelligence and

talent from a young age.

Growing up, Uncle Branden lived a different life from others even though he was just a few years older

than him.

While he was still playing football with his companions, Uncle Branden had already started looking at

the company’s report. He started following his great-grandfather around to learn how to deal with the

company’s affairs.

The impression he had of his Uncle Branden would always be the meticulous, dignified, and noble

image of a king.

And now, after seeing such a willful and evil side of his Uncle Branden so suddenly had made

him a little uncomfortable.

Hearing Bryan’s surprise exclamation, Triston sighed slowly. He reached out, patted Bryan’s shoulder,

and sighed again. “Compared to your Uncle Branden, you are still too young. Your Uncle Branden was

the famous god of racing in Casier back then. His driving skills are superb!”

“Did such a thing happen?” Bryan wondered.

On the other side, Branden took Catherine through the streets and small alleys on the motorcycle.

Catherine could tell that his riding skills were good.

It was unexpected that the heir of a wealthy family, who sat in the office daily, could ride a motorcycle

this well.

The handsome Harley-Davidson sped down the road!

Suddenly, there was a roar of an engine behind them.

A few cool motorcycles passed by them, and the other party was very provocative.

After overtaking Branden, they turned around to look at them. They gestured at Branden with their

thumbs down and shouted impudently. “Kid, you are driving such a good motorcycle at such speed and

only to pick up girls. It is not good!”

Branden’s sharp eyes darkened slightly on his cold, handsome face after hearing what was said.

However, he did not retaliate immediately. He turned around and looked at Catherine to ask for her

opinion.

Catherine looked at the motorcycles surrounding them and returned a look to Branden as if to ask him,

“Can you do it?”

One should never ask a man in his face if he could do it.

It was because the consequences were often tragic!

Seeing the provocation in her eyes, Branden smiled lightly. A handsome and willful smile. He gestured

to the young men riding the motorcycles around him. He made a fist with his left hand, raised it high,

and waved his palm back.

It was a hand gesture that anyone who liked racing understood, meaning that the person behind him

should speed up and overtake him.

The gesture also meant to race.

In an instant, their surroundings erupted with joy.

Racing was the favorite thing this group of young people loved to do.

A rumbling, deafening exhaust roar sounded.

Branden controlled the bike with one hand while he reached backward with the other. He forcefully

pulled Catherine’s hand over and clasped it around his muscular waist.

“Sit tight!”

The minute he finished speaking, Branden released the brakes of the motorcycle, and the motorcycle

flew out.

A few ghostly figures were chasing after one another.

The red motorcycle that provoked Branden just now was taking the lead. He was the god of racing in

this racing circle, unrivaled.

To him, Branden was a novice who was using the motorcycle to pick up girls. Hence, he did not take

Branden seriously at all.

But in the next second, he was shocked!