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All Her Secrets Chapter 972 by Chestnut

Chapter 972 Troubles Coming

The Duncan Corporation’s big day arrived. Branden had sent out invites well in advance, including to notable figures like Marshall, Thomas, and Aaron.

Though Karl and Thomas were meant to depart together, their ongoing rivalry meant Thomas opted to wait for Scott, instead.

Karl, respecting their wishes, left for the venue alone.

As Karl left, the observers in the shadows quickly relayed the change to their superiors. “Change of plans. Mr. Theo is alone, and Mr. Duncan is not with him. Shall we proceed?”

After a brief pause, the command was clear, “Proceed. Target Thomas.”

“Got it!” came the immediate response.

Half an hour later, Thomas and Scott finally left, bickering playfully.

“Dressed to the nines for what? It’s not even your big day,” Thomas chided.

“Well, you wouldn’t go with Karl, and now you’re giving me grief for being slow. I have to look sharp. I’m representing our side at my future brother-in-law’s event.” Scott shot back.

Their banter continued until they were suddenly surrounded by black vans, the tension skyrocketing.

Scott, cool as ever, prepared for the worst, hiding a dagger and telling Thomas to run if things went south.

Thomas, however, was unfazed. His focus is solely on Scott’s safety. “Look after yourself. Our family’s future is in your hands,” he said.

Meanwhile, Catherine received a disturbing call about Thomas’s kidnapping right as she was heading to the exhibition.

“Mr. Theo is with us. Want him alive? Come find us.” The call ended abruptly, giving Catherine no chance to trace it.

Soon after, she got a text with an address. It was from the kidnapper. With only half an hour to the exhibition, Catherine paused for a second before making up her mind.

Catherine quickly informed Branden and turned around, determined to ensure Thomas’s safety over attending the event.

‘Nobody is going to clip Thomas’s wing while I’m around.’ Catherine thought determinedly.

At the exhibition, Branden became anxious as Catherine failed to appear. After learning from her message that she had left her apartment, he realized something was off.

Karl, noticing Branden’s unease, couldn’t help but chide him. “Haven’t I always taught you to keep your cool? Cassie might just be downstairs by now. Don’t worry. She’ll be back soon.”

Karl’s words somewhat calmed Branden down.

As the exhibition was about to start, and all plans were in motion, Branden considered delaying the start to wait for Catherine.

Karl reassured him that Carlo was on the case and advised Branden to start without delay. “Cassie said she would be late because of an urgent matter. You have to trust her,” he counseled.

Despite his concerns, Branden knew the show must go on.

The event kicked off with the room plunged into darkness.

Zobber, poised backstage with a champagne cart, received a nod from Paxton.

Removing her mask, Zobber looked towards Paxton. “Paxton, Catherine sent me. Can I go up now?”

Seeing it was Zobber, Paxton’s expression softened. “Wait here on the side.”

Unaware that Catherine hadn’t arrived yet, the crowd was filled with anticipation for Branden’s speech.

Then, suddenly, Carlo rushed in through the main entrance, urgency etched on his face. Instead of approaching Branden on stage, he went straight to Karl. “Sir, there’s trouble,’ he said, tension in his voice.

He handed Karl two videos; one captured Thomas and Scott in captivity, and the other showed Catherine executing a swift U-turn on the road.

Karl, with a stern expression, issued orders without hesitation. “Carlo, assemble a team and reinforce Catherine. Once you’re in touch, follow her orders. Given her skills, she’ll manage with our support.”

Karl had immense confidence in Catherine’s abilities, considering her just as competent as Branden.

Yet, Carlo hesitated, burdened with sensitive information Branden had sworn him to secrecy. Reluctantly, he whispered to Karl, causing the elder Duncan’s composure to shatter instantly.

“Is that so?” Karl exploded, his gaze piercing through Carlo.

Carlo nodded, uneasy. “Branden wanted it kept under wraps, but Miss Swann is in danger,” he confessed.

Karl, seething with fury, contemplated storming the stage to confront Branden, thinking, ‘Branden dared hide such grave news? After I ensure Catherine’s safety, that boy will face the consequences.’

“I’ll deal with Catherine’s situation myself,” Karl decreed, his anger palpable as he stormed off, leaving Carlo behind.

Simon, quickly followed, struggling to keep up with Karl. It had been ages since he had seen Karl this incensed.’ What on earth could have provoked him this time?’ he mused, worry creeping in.

Sighing, Simon said, “Looks like the skies over Loxton are about to change.”

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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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