All Her Secrets By Chestnut

Chapter 615 A Business War Although it was the weekend, Catherine had initially planned to go to the lab. However, Branden's arrival disrupted her plans.

Branden stayed with her the whole time, from day to night, working from home. While she played games, Branden worked on his computer.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and Branden set aside his computer and stood up. "It might be Paxton delivering something; I'll go open the door." Catherine did not react, thinking that opening the door didn't require both of them.

"Sir, is Miss Swann here? We have a delivery for her. Could you please have her sign for it?" Hearing the unfamiliar voice outside, Catherine voluntarily stood up." Looking for me?" Branden stepped aside slightly, making room. Catherine could sense that his mood wasn't good. His face was stern.

Catherine glanced at the unfamiliar man standing in front. "I'm Catherine Swann. Are you looking for me?" The man immediately flashed a signature smile, lifting two large boxes beside him. “Miss Swann, this is your delivery. Please sign for it." Besides a massive bouquet of flowers, there was also a large box that looked quite exquisite.

Catherine took a quick glance, removed the card from the bouquet, and immediately knew who it was from, seeing the special symbols in the card's message. Her expression turned a bit unpleasant.

The poor delivery guy. Facing the icy atmosphere from both sides, he still had to maintain a professional smile and resist the urge to tremble to complete the service.

"Miss Swann, the gift is a bit large. Should I help you bring it inside?" Catherine's gaze turned colder; she tossed the card onto the flowers like throwing away trash and said coldly to the delivery guy, "Take it back." The delivery guy who had just managed to maintain a smile now felt like crying.

"Miss Swann, is there something wrong with my service? We are committed to delivering the items to you. Regardless of the reason, the customer won't accept the deliveries being returned." Catherine had no intention of making things difficult for these people-they were just doing their job. She replied straightforwardly, "There's a trash can on the basement first floor. Helpthrow it away. You can consider it accepted and helpthrow out the garbage." After saying that, she didn't give the delivery guy a chance to continue and directly closed the door.

The rejected delivery guy, somewhat helpless, hid in the stairwell, dialed his supervisor's number, and reported the situation.

The supervisor wasn't surprised by the situation. After all, if gifts personally sent by their boss could be sent back, their deliveries stood no chance.

Catherine rejecting them was a normal thing. Anyway, their goal had been achieved, hadn't it? Inside the room, after refusing the gift, Catherine continued to return to the sofa to play games. The usually calm man seemed a bit uneasy at the moment.

He didn't need to guess to know who the gift had just cfrom. He turned into the room and dialed Paxton's number.

After arranging everything, he cout of the room and asked Catherine on the sofa, "Hungry? Shall I cook soatmeal for you?".

Since waking up in the afternoon until now, Catherine hadn't eaten anything and was indeed a bit hungry. She casually nodded. "Sure." After that, the man went into the kitchen. The atmosphere indoors remained as if nothing had happened. However, Catherine could still feel that the man was angry.

The gcontinued, but Catherine had lost interest. She threw the phone aside and went to the kitchen. The man was cutting something, his focused expression making him incredibly handsome.

Catherine folded her arms in front of her chest and leaned against the door frame, quietly watching him. Just as the man turned around after preparing the food, their eyes met. His plain face instantly softened a bit. " Hungry?" "No." Catherine shook her head, denying it, but didn't leave. She just silently watched Branden.

No one mentioned the incident just now, as if nothing had happened. Branden didn't want to question Catherine about it. Even though Edson had angered him, Catherine had nothing to do with it, and she had immediately rejected the other party.

Only useless men would vent their anger on their own women.

As for Catherine, she never liked to explain too much. But if Branden asked, she would explain everything.

After washing his hands, Branden took a step forward and gently embraced her. Leaning his chin on her head, he sighed helplessly and said, "Just wait a little longer. It'll be ready soon." "Okay." With a decisive pull, Catherine brought him closer and lightly kissed his cheek. “I'll wait for you outside." The resentment Branden felt a moment ago completely disappeared. Even the oatmeal boiling in the pot, with bubbles rising, now seemed cute.

Edson, who had been feeling triumphant, unexpectedly received an urgent report from his assistant. The assistant hurriedly approached Edson and conveyed the latest intelligence.

"Boss, the stock prices of several subsidiaries in Loxton plummeted overnight. The losses can't be estimated for now." Edson's triumphant expression vanished instantly, and his gaze now was full of malice. "The Duncans did this?" The assistant nodded nervously.

" Although we don't have concrete evidence, it should be the Duncans' doing. No other family has the power besides them."

"Heh!" Edson sneered coldly. Branden was impressive. He only sent a small gift, yet Branden directly eradicated several of his bases. Edson's eyes grew colder as he looked at the data reported by his assistant.

The assistant, increasingly anxious, hesitated momentarily before asking, m "Boss, should we temografly withdraw the heads of the bases? Once this matter blows over, we can regroup and quickly have them return to their original positions."

"Hmph!" Edson disdainfully snorted, and the deep blue color of his eyes gradually darkened, exuding a chilling aura. "No need. We'll clash sooner or later and might as well start directly." The scared assistant broke out in a cold sweat and asked, "Boss, what about Mr. Shane then?" Before he could finish his sentence, Edson coldly interrupted, saying, " Shane is getting old. The future of the Breens ultimately needsto inherit. If I say this is how we're handling it, then that's how we're handling it." The assistant dared not defy Edson and immediately nodded in agreement. Boss, I'll take care of it right away." A large-scale business war was about to begin.