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All Her Secrets Chapter 799 by Chestnut

Chapter 799 Happy Forever

When Catherine emerged from the laboratory building, the sky outside had already turned dark. If it weren’t for Marshall urging her to leave, she would have planned to finish her work from the previous night.

Glancing at the time on her phone, Catherine realized it was already past dinner time, and the curfew was approaching. Considering Isabella usually went to bed early, she decided to leave the campus to grab something to eat before returning to her apartment. If she had time, she planned to make a trip to see Connie.

With Withal and Zobber likely recovered by now, Catherine could have them do some work to keep them from getting bored.

Just as Catherine stepped out of the gate, she spotted the familiar black Bentley. It had been a while since she had seen it, and she felt a twinge of longing. She walked straight toward the car.

Paxton had been keeping an eye on the gate. When he noticed Catherine’s appearance, he promptly informed the person in the back seat. “Boss, Miss Swann is here.”

The words “Miss Swann” caused Branden, who had been dozing, to immediately open his bloodshot eyes, which tugged at Paxton’s heart. In order to return to see Catherine as soon as possible, Branden hadn’t slept for three days. Initially, they had planned to return tomorrow, but after finishing his business, Branden immediately took a special plane back to Loxton. Branden didn’t disturb her after arriving at the school and learning that Catherine was still in the laboratory. Instead, he chose to wait for her in the car.

When Branden saw Catherine, his tired eyes immediately lit up with joy. He concealed his fatigue, showing no signs of weariness. He straightened his clothes, opened the car door, and got out. Just as he steadied himself, Catherine approached him.

Catherine stood with her arms crossed, staring at Branden with an indiscernible look in her eyes. ”

Shouldn’t you be back the day after tomorrow? How come you’re here today?”

Upon hearing Catherine’s question, Branden curled lips into a tender and indulgent smile. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her towards himself. Then, he said, “I’m just like a Superman when I work. What takes an ordinary person three days to finish, I can handle it in a few hours.”

Branden’s words made sense. But his workload probably exceeded more than just three days for an ordinary person.

After helping Catherine into the car, Branden followed suit, staying close to her as if unwilling to be apart for even a moment.

“Are we heading back to the apartment? “Catherine asked.

“Not yet. Let’s grab something to eat before going back,” he replied.

Catherine knew that if they went back to the apartment now, Branden would definitely personally cook for her, regardless of whether she had eaten dinner or not. Although he concealed it very well, she could still see the weariness in his eyes.

When Catherine suggested going out to eat, Branden immediately agreed, saying, “Sure.”

Paxton started the car, and the black Bentley slowly moved through the night. It was getting late, and Catherine didn’t want to eat too much for dinner, so she chose a small restaurant.

The food there, cooked in a traditional way, had a fragrant aroma. It seemed light, but the flavor was rich. Since Catherine hadn’t had dinner and the food was delicious, she ate a lot.

Seeing her enjoyment, Branden proactively suggested, “Maybe we should come here again.”

“Yeah.” Catherine nodded, wiping her mouth with a napkin. “I’m full now. Let’s head back.”

“Okay.” Branden stood up, paid the bill, and then led Catherine out.

After getting into the car, Catherine instructed Paxton to recline the back seat a bit. “I want to take a nap,” she said, then snuggled up to Branden, resting her head on his chest.

The familiar scent acted as a sedative, calming Branden’s previously restless and unsettled mind. Several days of continuous work had pushed him to the brink. Catherine’s embrace gradually relaxed his tense body, and he couldn’t resist falling asleep.

Unlike Branden, Catherine had been sleeping well these past few days. She hadn’t planned to rest. She was doing this for Branden’s sake. Sensing that he had fallen asleep, she gently adjusted her position to make him more comfortable. “Has he been very tired recently?” she suddenly asked.

The sudden, icy voice startled Paxton, who was sitting in the driver’s seat, instantly bringing him to full alertness. He hesitated momentarily before answering in a low voice, “Miss Swann, the matter in Casier isn’t really a big problem for Boss. It just requires some time.”

Having worked for Branden for so many years, Paxton had weathered many storms with him. The matter in Casier wasn’t really a thorny issue. ”

Miss Swann, Boss missed you too much. He wanted to return as soon as possible, so he’s always been rushing. And it makes him a bit exhausted,” Paxton confessed in a subdued voice.

“For how many days?” Catherine asked, her eyes revealing that she could tell something was being concealed.

“Three days!” Paxton replied.

After getting the answer, Catherine couldn’t help but tilted her head to look at Branden. He would have tried to endure longer if she hadn’t insisted on resting. Her heart softened as she held his hand, allowing his head to rest comfortably on her shoulder.

Branden wasn’t sure how long he had been asleep when he gradually opened his eyes in a daze. Sensing someone beside him, he instinctively turned his head to look. Upon seeing the familiar face, he revealed a relaxed expression. ” How long have I been asleep? Why didn’t you wake me?” he asked.

Catherine shook the large brick-like mobile phone in her hand, which she had transformed into a mini- computer. “I was working, and since you were asleep, I didn’t want to disturb you. Now that I’m done working, and you’re awake, let’s go home!” she said.

They both knew it was a white lie.

After a brief nap, Branden felt refreshed and filled with energy. ” Alright, let’s go home!”

Paxton, who had been waiting outside the car, emerged from the shadows as soon as he heard their conversation. ” Boss, you’re awake!” he exclaimed.

Branden, unusually amiable, nodded at Paxton and said in a more approachable tone, “You’ve been tired these days. Rest for a couple of days. I’ll call you if I need anything.”

Having worked for Branden for so many years, Paxton had never been treated like this before and felt a surge of emotion. “Thank you, Boss!” Although Branden had always been kind to him, Branden’s naturally cold demeanor meant that he would protect them at all costs but wouldn’t show it. This was the first time Paxton had experienced this kind of treatment, and it was impossible not to be moved by it.

Watching Branden and Catherine leave hand in hand, Paxton only hoped they would be happy forever.

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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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