All Her Secrets By Chestnut

Chapter 739 Interests CFirst Before the match began, Branden went backstage and found Catherine.

No pep talk. No worries or anxiety. He was calm, as if he was only visiting his girlfriend before class with a box full of food. The box contained everything that Catherine loved to eat, including bread, fruits, and small snacks. Just a few minutes before the match began, Catherine picked ssmall snacks and stuffed them into her mouth, eating them slowly.

Branden accompanied her so quietly, as if someone would support her no matter what she did.

The phone buzzed. The caller ID showed it was a call from Marshall. Catherine knew he called to urge her to go back. She did not pick it up.

She glanced at her watch. It was about time. She was ready to go to the match. Before she stood up, she asked Branden, "Are you approaching the Hacker Alliance?" Branden looked at her gently and nodded slightly. He had made it clear long ago that he had no secrets with Catherine. As long as she wanted to know, he would tell her everything.

He reached out to touch her hair, rubbing it gently. "Focus on your competition. I'll tell you about it when the match is over." "Okay." With that, Catherine turned and left the restroom.

After she returned to the team, everyone officially stepped onto the stage for the final.

In fact, the team had sobjections to Catherine's participation in the finals. Since the last time, Viola Vence and another senior boy had an argument with Zobber in the hospital, she had been bearing a grudge against Catherine. After she returned to the team, she complained to the team members and even added fuel to the flames to smear Catherine in various ways. They felt that Marshall was partial to Catherine and wanted her to stand out.

Words spread quickly. But neither did Catherine or Marshall put a stop to it. Since no one was stopping her, Viola becmore unbridled. Before, Catherine's expertise was enough to convince them. There was no one better than her in the entire team, and it was understandable for Marshall to favor her. Ability spoke for itself.

But now, there was Marlon, who everyone on the team also recognized after leading them to win with a comeback in the second round of the match.

Although Marlon had never competed with Catherine, no one could say for sure that Catherine was better than him.

Things were different when there was a backup. After the senior fanned up the flames, the vibe in the team changed. Before the match, someone cto Marshall and asked, "Professor Hartley, I don't think Catherine is actively participating in the competition. I'm not sure if it's because she hasn't fully recovered yet. Why don't we replace her with Marlon? Would it be better?" Hearing what his team member said before the match, Marshall's heart sank instantly. He realized that the team spirit he was so proud of was gone.

Finally, someone spoke up, and the others joined him and gave the sadvice. Viola stepped up when others had foreshadowed. She pointed at Catherine and said, "Professor Hartley, we think it would be better if you put Marlon up for the game, for the glory and those who worked hard. Don't you want us to win?" The words "win" made people lose their heads. Under such an atmosphere, many people began to waver.

Marshall pursed his lip and remained silent. Eamon, standing aside, was quite mad. He wanted to step up for Catherine but got held back by others.

Catherine stood there silently with a sneer on her face. She looked aloof and distant. In the face of interests, relations were insignificant.

Finally, Amelia could not bear to watch anymore. She was responsible for backing up the team. She stepped out and faced Viola, pointing at her and shouting in her face. "Why don't we just put you up for the game? Why don't you win the trophy for us? We will all applaud you." Viola knew Amelia and Catherine were close. She sneered. "Everybody knows you are Catherine's henchman.” Saying that to Amelia's face was insulting. Many people looked stunned when hearing this.

Amelia paused out of shock. Then she sneered. She finally figured out that interests cfirst.

Since they did not care about the fig leaf, she might as well make it clear. She was not qualified to be in the lab anyway. If they wanted to kick her out, that was fair. But she had to spit out what was on her mind. She could not bear it anymore.

So, Amelia grabbed Catherine's hand. Her eyes swept over everyone with disdain and pride. Speople avoided eye contact with her because of a guilty conscience.

Then, Amelia pointed at the crowd and cursed, "Look at you, top students of the world. You are no better than paraou're justa bunch of leeches cadging off others! The laboratory once we were so proud of is now rotting." Many people were dissatisfied with being pointed at and scolded by Amelia. In their eyes, Amelia got into the lab through the back door. So, she should be quiet and obedient. How did she dare curse everyone? But Amelia did not care about what they thought of her. She fixed her eyes on Viola and continued, "You are right about one thing. I'm Catherine's henchman because she deserves it. Are you as capable as her?"

Amelia interrupted her while Viola tried to answer her question. "Shut up if you are not. Or you are just om humiliating yourself. After that, Amelia turned to the crow and said, And which one of you is capable of leading the team to win even one round of the match? Wordless? Guess I'm right to call you leeches.

"Think about the oath wall you saw before stepping into the laboratory. Science is experiences summarized through repeated failures. But what about you? You have the best resources, but instead of working hard, you count on others. Even if you win, does this championship have anything to do with you? Do you win it by yourself? Rely on others to get fand fortune. How respectable is that!" Everyone was speechless after hearing what Amelia said. They lowered their heads and remained silent. They only wanted to win the championship and make a nfor themselves, but they never thought that it would be impossible for them to achieve this championship on their own.

Marshall, who had been silent for a long time, stood up. At this moment, he seemed to be a few years older.

He stood before everyone, his face turning blue, his expression somewhat listless, and he even felt a slight tremble when speaking. "I'm sorry to tell everyone that I was wrong. My education was a failure."