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All Her Secrets Chapter 690 by Chestnut

Chapter 690 Evil Spirits

The ringing of the phone woke Ronin from his deep sleep. He reached for his phone with an impatient expression on his face and glanced at the caller ID. After seeing who was calling, he immediately sat up and answered the phone. “Catherine, you finally decided to call me!”

Ronin was well aware of the recent events at Styre University and was very angry. Those fools dared to slander Catherine, which was simply absurd. But without Catherine’s orders, he couldn’t act on his own. He had been waiting for her call.

“Ronin, help me with something,” Catherine said coldly.

Ronin was excited. “Catherine, please command me!” He had been waiting for this opportunity for so long, so how could he miss it?

“The lab is haunted. Find out which evil spirit is causing trouble.”

Catherine’s words made Ronin feel confused. Although he had abilities, they could only be used on humans, not evil spirits. How could he handle a haunting laboratory? But he couldn’t disobey Catherine’s orders, and he couldn’t fail to accomplish them.

“Catherine, don’t worry. I’ll take care of it. I’ll find the best exorcist in the world to deal with the haunting in the lab!”

“Who told you to hire an exorcist? There are no evil spirits in the world. They only lie in those evildoers.”

Upon hearing this, Ronin understood what Catherine meant. “Catherine, are you saying someone is playing tricks and causing trouble in the lab?”

“Go and find out,” Catherine said before hanging up the phone.

After hearing the beeps from the other end of the line, Ronin hung up the phone and got out of bed to change his clothes. Whether the other party was a person or an evil spirit, as long as Catherine had given the order, he was determined to expose them.

Catherine hung up the phone, ready to leave the procuratorate. Seeing she was about to leave, Lorcan decided to see her off.

Catherine glanced at him and said coldly, “Don’t follow me.”

Lorcan’s steps halted, and he watched Catherine leave with a furrowed brow. He had offended his idol; it was his fault for being so foolish as to suspect his idol of leaking the data, and he deserved it.

Rian walked over and patted his shoulder, seeming to comfort him.

“Well, looks like I’ve completely offended her,” Lorcan said helplessly.

Rian hesitated momentarily before smacking Lorcan’s shoulder, saying, ” Silly boy, what are you thinking? She is protecting you!”

“Protecting me?” Lorcan repeated in his mind, clearly not understanding what Rian meant, and he looked at Rian with a puzzled expression.

Rian had to explain it once again. ”

You’ve just brought her here from the school in broad daylight, and now you’re seeing her off with a respected look on your face. If someone is really watching you, Catherine’s identity will be exposed!”

Before leaving, Rian couldn’t resist teasing Lorcan, “Look at you. With that shy look on your face, anyone would think you have a crush on Catherine, even though she’s not interested in you.

“Why not?” Lorcan retorted inwardly, furrowing his brow. He walked towards the restroom with a displeased look on his face. After seeing his own appearance in the mirror, he thought of Branden.

“Yeah, she won’t be interested in me…” he said to himself.

Catherine walked out of the procuratorate. She was planning to chat with the security guard for a moment when she heard the sound of screeching brakes. She and the security guard both looked up outside.

A black Hummer, imposingly parked at the entrance of the procuratorate. The security guard raised his eyebrows at Catherine and casually asked, “Your friend?”

Catherine strolled out of the security office, waved her hand without turning back to the security guard, and said, See you next time!”

The security guard glanced over and saw a man getting out of the car and walking straight towards Catherine. He took a careful look at the man. The man was good-looking and quite suitable for Catherine.

After seeing the man’s appearance, the security guard turned back to his seat, preparing to rest, only to catch sight of a pack of cigarettes and a bottle of wine on his desk.

They weren’t very expensive brands, but they were indeed his favorite. The cigarettes had been discontinued for years, but Catherine still remembered his favorite.

Catherine knew that Branden would come to pick her up. When Lorcan took her away, Professor Hartley was definitely the most worried. He would find a way to help her, and the first person he would notify was Branden. She just hadn’t expected Branden to come so quickly.

The moment Branden approached, Catherine said slowly, “Didn’t you say you were going to Casier? Why did you come so quickly?”

“Are you okay?” Branden’s first concern was Catherine’s well-being. His eyes were like a CT scanner, continuously checking her all over.

“Don’t worry. I’m fine,” she replied.

Having confirmed that Catherine was indeed fine, Branden finally relaxed and pulled her into the car.

Catherine knew Branden cared about her, so she immediately explained the situation to him. “I know the procuratorate. I worked with them a few years ago,” she said.

This statement relieved Branden, as he understood the meaning behind Catherine’s words. The procuratorate was on their side, so there was no need to worry about her safety.

Branden’s eyes darkened slightly, a profound look in his eyes. Without Catherine’s explanation, the person who forcibly took her away from Styre University would have to disappear from Loxton tomorrow.

“What are you going to do next?” he asked.

“Ronin will fix it,” Catherine replied. After that, she casually leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes to rest. With the time left for the experimental project getting shorter and her daily workload increasing by an hour, her body was becoming overloaded, and she needed more rest.

Branden stopped dwelling on these matters. Since she wanted to handle it herself, he would just assist her by handing the information he found to Ronin.

Seeing her exhausted expression, Branden reached out and pulled her over, allowing her to rest her head on his thigh comfortably. “Didn’t sleep well last night?” he asked.

Catherine murmured with her eyes closed, “Got up too early!”

As Branden looked at the dark circles under her eyes, a worried expression appeared on his face. If he could act faster, she would be more at ease and wouldn’t have to work so hard for the experiment.

“Rest for a while, and I’ll tell you when we get to the apartment.” His gentle hand massaged Catherine’s sore arms, making her even more drowsy.

Catherine nodded with her eyes closed. When she woke up, she was already in the apartment’s bed, with her phone buzzing by her side.

Catherine answered the phone and put it to her ear. Zobber’s excited voice came from the other end. “Catherine, I have something to report to you!”

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All Her Secrets by Chestnut

All Her Secrets by Chestnut

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Status: Completed Type: Author: Native Language: English

Catherine Swann, a simple countryside girl, was having a leisurely and carefree life in the countryside. She thought she could have a happy life there for the rest of her life. Unfortunately, life had other plans for her. Her grandfather left a will for her, making her the inheritor of the Swanns’ billion-dollar fortune. As if that wasn’t shocking enough, he also arranged a marriage for her.

Branden Duncan, the only heir of the wealthiest family in Casier, was the dream prince charming of almost all the women in Casier. But Catherine turned him down in public. Instead of being angry about it, he was attracted by Catherine's cold eyes.Although Catherine seemed to be a girl with a simple life in the countryside, she was not simple. What kind of identity did she have? How would she deal with her unexpected fiancé and the opposition from the rest of the Swanns to her inheritance of the Swanns’ fortune?

Chapter 1 Return of the Jinx At Vicente Swann's funeral. As the Swanns were one of the three prominent families in Casier, Vicente's funeral was naturally packed with big shots and members of respected families in Casier. In the noisy venue, the arrival of a girl in a white T-shirt attracted the attention of everyone present. All of the people present were either rich or powerful. Despite being good-looking, the girl wore a cheap and battered T-shirt, setting her apart from everyone else at the funeral. Seeing how she walked straight toward the Swanns family, someone couldn't help asking curiously, "Who is she? Why is she sitting with the Swanns?" "I heard that she is Miss Catherine, the second daughter of the Swanns that had lived away from the family. Vicente only asked her to come back before he died." "Is that so? I heard that Vicente ordered the family to announce his will in front of everyone before he died. I guess she only returned for this!" ... The girl did not know that she had already become the topic of the guests' discussions. She looked calmly ahead with an indifferent expression on her face. Her eyes remained focused on Vicente's portrait in the middle of the venue. Nobody knew what she was thinking about at the time. At the sight of Catherine Swann like this, Liana Swann, the youngest and favorite daughter of the Swanns, couldn't help complaining to her mother, who was sitting next to her. "Mom, what is going on with this country girl? Grandpa has died. Even if she isn't sad, she should at least pretend to cry. What would the others think if the media took a photo of her like this later? She wouldn't even change her clothes when we asked her to. People that don't know better would think that the Swanns have mistreated her!" After hearing her youngest daughter's complaints, Rachael Swann furrowed her brows too. She thought that her youngest daughter did have a point. She never loved Catherine, her daughter from the countryside, dearly. In fact, Catherine pissed Rachael off just one day after she had returned. However, it was not the right time for Rachael to handle Catherine now. She planned to wait until the funeral was over before sending Catherine back to the countryside so that Catherine wouldn't continue to embarrass the Swanns here. Looking up, Rachael saw that her husband had arrived. She comforted her youngest daughter in a low voice, "Liana, be good. Your father is here. Bear with Catherine for now. We need to deal with what is important first!" Liana couldn't show her annoyance towards Catherine in public, so she could only choke back the complaints on the tip of her tongue. Nobody noticed that Catherine, who had been looking straight ahead, smiled lightly. The Swanns never spent time with Catherine, so they wouldn't know she had exceptional hearing. Even though Rachael and Liana spoke in a low voice, Catherine clearly heard every word of their exchange. Her mother truly did not love her! As Catherine stared at Vicente's portrait, her eyes flashed with a faint trace of sadness. Did she have to cry because of pain? ... Korbin Swann walked up the stage slowly. He gave a long speech first and expressed his views about how great Vicente was before finally announcing that the family would publicly announce Vicente's will. As many people knew this beforehand, the crowd was not too surprised. Vicente had a son and daughter. It was a no-brainer who would inherit the fortune of the Swanns. However, nobody understood why Vicente would make sure to make such a fuss to announce his will publicly. Was it just for formality? The lawyer Vicente trusted the most when he was still alive opened the sealed will and read it out loud. "After careful consideration, I, Vicente Swann, leave all my shares of the Swann Corporation, real estate properties, and a 500 million-dollar deposit at the Bank of Nospines to my granddaughter, Catherine Swann..." At the lawyer's words, the crowd gasped in shock. Not even the Swanns, everyone present was dumbfounded. Catherine Swann? Wasn't she the second daughter of the Swanns, the jinx that Vicente sent off to be raised in the countryside when she was young? How could it be? She would inherit the fortune of the Swanns. With their jaws dropped, everyone shared a similar look of horror. Except for Catherine, the center of the discussion. She still looked indifferent, as though nothing had happened. Her eyes were still fixed on Vicente's portrait in the center of the hall. Her lips parted slightly as she spoke in an almost inaudible voice. "Old man, what were you thinking?"

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