All Her Secrets By Chestnut

Chapter 620 No Weaknesses Edson looked proudly at the scene. Even though danger might be looming ahead, he had no regrets.

Witnessing Branden’s anger was not something an ordinary person could achieve. He provocatively looked straight at Branden. He was fully aware of what a man could not tolerate and was challenging Branden’s limits.

The situation reached a stalemate, and a fight was about to erupt.

Suddenly, Catherine, who had been silent on the side, picked up a crab, snapped off a leg, and casually brought it to her mouth.

Seeing her nonchalant demeanor, Edson was taken aback, exclaiming, ” Cassie...” Catherine disdainfully glanced at him and retorted, her tone cold and sharp, ” Stay out of my business if you don’t understand me. Shut up and mind your meal.” She casually placed a crab on Branden’s plate in front of him. “Crack open it for me.” Branden said nothing, gladly taking the crab and expertly extracting the meat. Edson, puzzled and angered, questioned Branden. “She’s allergic, and you're cracking open it for her?” Without Catherine explaining, Branden raised his eyes and stared at Edson coldly. “You think what you know would be true?” Who was Catherine? She had undergone countless hours of training. Branden used to train with her on the sisland. Even though many things were unknown to others, Branden knew them very well.

People like them couldn't afford to have vulnerabilities. If the enemy knew, it would be the most dangerous thing.

He was in the scategory as Catherine. If he had such a weakness, he would either guard the secret tightly or eliminate the weakness entirely. He was sure Catherine felt the sway. If anyone knew about this weakness, Catherine would make that person disappear for good.

Branden’s hands moved swiftly, and the sharp knife expertly navigated the crab.

Soon, the crab meat was perfectly separated. He placed the dish full of crab meat in front of Catherine, drizzling it with the restaurant's special sauce.

The aroma of crab wafted, and Catherine scooped a spoonful into her mouth. “Not bad!” She gave a casual comment.

Branden'’s lips curled up slightly when he saw her enjoyment, his eyes revealing affection. “Have more if you like ie.” Edson, observing Catherine's actions, realized Branden wasn’t lying.

Their deliberate display of affection further fueled his anger. He squinted his eyes, unable to conceal his frustration, and glowered at Catherine. “You lied to me?” Catherine coldly chuckled, lifting her gaze to Edson with a scornful look. ” You just don’t understand me.” The simple sentence was like a massive slap in Edson’s face. Catherine was right; it wasn’t her problem, but Edson simply didn’t understand her.

Once, she did have a slight allergy to crabs. Eating crab roe would make her itch all over, extremely uncomfortable. But when she discovered this weakness, she locked herself in her room and crazily consumed crab roe.

A person like her couldn't afford to have weaknesses. After enduring for three days and nights, she forcibly got through it. With Thomas's treatment, as long as she didn’t eat large amounts of crab roe, her body wouldn't react.

Edson didn’t understand her, but Branden did. She absolutely couldn't allow others to know her weakness. If Edson knew, then that weakness would cease to exist.

Observing the dumbfounded and unpleasant Edson, Branden chuckled lightly. “Mr. Edson, the crab tastes good today. Would you like smore? “Hmph!” Edson threw down the napkin and angrily left. If he stayed any longer, he would only beca laughingstock.

As Edson left, Branden glanced at Paxton.

Paxton had long been holding back his anger. “How dare this red-haired guy challenge Mr. Duncan? Does he think the Duncans are that easy to bully?” he thought. He nodded silently and followed suit.

Catherine saw this scene but remained silent. Edson had nothing to do with her. He overestimated himself and sought his own demise. Catherine couldn't be bothered with him.

Edson, fuming, left the restaurant and headed to the VIP parking lot on the basement second floor. His departure today was unexpected, a last-minute invitation from Branden. So, he only brought one driver with him.

The driver was waiting for him in the underground parking lot. Edson furiously descended and was ready to let off ssteam.

His exclusive car was parked at the elevator entrance, and Edson saw it as soon as he cdownstairs.

But to his surprise, the driver didn’t immediately notice him and didn’t get up to open the car door for him.

Anyone who could be his driver was exclusively trained and could not possibly make such a mistake. Edson paused, looking toward the driver's seat. The driver was still there, seemingly asleep.

For others, this might seem inconsequential, but not for Edson. He immediately sensed something was wrong and prepared to go back upstairs.

But just as he turned around, everything went black in front of him

He was agile enough to try and dodge to the right, but the other party had seen what he was trying to do and moved a little faster than he did.

Edson’s head remained covered, and he was unable to discern anything. Then, a rain of fists descended, brutally pummeling him.

At first, Edson endured in silence and fought back. But those people were like crazy. Seeing that he didn’t say anything, they hit him even more fiercely.

As the beating intensified, Edson finally couldn’t hold on and shouted for help.

Unfortunately, this was a top-notch VIP parking lot, usually deserted. Now, there was no one to hear Edson’s cries.

No matter how desperate Edson'’s pleas were, no one cto his mn rescue. In the end Edson was beaten to the ground completely unconscious, and only then did the attackers stop. Once Edson collapsed, Paxton, the one leading the assault, slowly walked out. He raised his foot and kicked Edson a couple of times.

Then, he instructed his subordinates, Strip him naked and tie him up. Then take him to Whispering Joy Street.” “Okay!” The subordinates did not dare to hesitate and immediately followed orders.

Whispering Joy Street was a place hidden in the depths of Loxton, a red- light district for those without means.

The women there were far from glamorous, and anyone with some capital wouldn't come here.Since Edson was such a libertine, then this was a good place for him. Watching Edson being dragged away, Paxton took the cigarette from between his lips and ruthlessly extinguished it in the nearby ashtray.

He said inwardly, “Don’t blus for being too ruthless if you've got the nerve to disrespect Mr. Duncan.”