All Her Secrets by Chestnut
All Her Secrets Chapter 810 by Chestnut

Chapter 810 Mysterious Photos

“Crack!” A loud sound echoed as the wooden chair, originally placed nearby, instantly shattered under a powerful kick.

Paxton stood on the side, his heart pounding with fear. He had no idea which lunatic, with a death wish, sent such photos to Branden.

Branden’s dark, gleaming eyes flashed a hint of cold, murderous intent as he stared fixedly at the photos on the table.

Just half an hour ago, an envelope had been delivered to the Duncan Corporation building, specifying Branden as the recipient.

After the security team confirmed no danger, they presented the photos to Branden.

When Paxton opened the envelope, he was stunned. He had thought about hiding the photos, but it was already too late.

Branden had noticed the people in the photos, and he reached out to Paxton.

Helpless, Paxton handed the photos to Branden, and the scene of kicking the chair into pieces ensued.

The man and woman in the photos looked exceptionally harmonious and well-matched. The guy was attentively placing food onto the girl’s plate.

If the female lead in the photo wasn’t Catherine, Paxton might have thought it was a nice photography shot.

The atmosphere indoors grew increasingly gloomy, and the air pressure dropped. Not daring to lift his head, Paxton asked, “Mr. Duncan, should we go find Miss Swann now?”

He had it all planned out. When he located Catherine and the bastard, he would deal with the bastard immediately, sparing Branden from getting involved.

“How dare you vie for Mr. Duncan’s woman? You’re seeking death,” thought Paxton.

“No need.” Branden’s cold voice resounded. Paxton doubted his ears and looked up in astonishment.

Seeing Branden’s stern expression, Paxton knew he wasn’t joking. Sensing Branden’s gaze, Paxton was frightened and refrained from further questions.

Branden continued to look at the photos on the table, and the darkness in his eyes deepened.

“Catherine!”

Hearing someone call her, Catherine abruptly turned around, meeting Marshall’s concerned gaze.

Marshall looked at her with a face full of compassion. “What’s going on? Are you feeling unwell? Why do you look so pale?”

Catherine subconsciously shook her head. “Professor Hartley, did you need something?”

Marshall carefully observed Catherine, trying to discern any clues from her expression.

Before, she would immediately notice him approaching. Even without a reaction, her calm face would reveal that she had already seen through everything.

But just now, he approached her and called her twice before she reacted. That was unusual.

“Catherine, you seem oblivious to the concept of rest. While experiments are crucial, a bit of rest is necessary. Stop staying in the lab now; go and take a break,” said Marshall.

While other students needed constant reminders to study, Catherine was different.

Not only was she talented and capable, but she also worked diligently in her studies. Every day in school, Marshall saw her immersed in the lab and never neglected other courses.

For the projects Catherine was working on, Marshall, as a professor, could only provide guidance and limited assistance. Sometimes, he felt he was not fulfilling his role as a professor properly.

“Professor Hartley, I’m fine.”

Catherine’s mind was still replaying Marshall’s words, and her attention was diverted. She wasn’t tired and didn’t need a break.

Seeing her disobedience, Marshall adopted a serious expression. ” Catherine, if you take me as your mentor, you should follow my advice.”

Bringing out the authority of a professor, Marshall compelled Catherine to yield out of respect.

To ensure Catherine left the lab and took a proper break, Marshall even locked the lab and took away the keys. ” Don’t think about entering the lab again today. Rest well, and come find me tomorrow for the keys.”

Seeing Marshall’s triumphant look, Catherine smiled somewhat helplessly. “Alright,” Catherine replied and left the lab.

Looking at her empty dorm, Catherine initially planned to take a short nap. However, having slept a long time the previous night, she wasn’t sleepy at all.

After contemplating for a moment, Catherine decided to visit Zobber and Withal to learn about the events from the previous day.

As she was about to leave her dorm, the computer on her desk suddenly emitted a strange sound. “Ding-dong, you have a new message. Please check.”

Catherine turned to her computer and saw the desktop pet Ronin designed and installed to keep her company.

She lightly clicked on the desktop pet’s belly with the mouse, and a message popped up. The message was specially encrypted, requiring a password to open.

However, all these couldn’t stump Catherine. Her fingers danced swiftly across the keyboard, and in no time, she cracked the code. Soon, a message popped up-a string of numbers, seemingly random and disorderly.

Catherine knew these numbers wouldn’t appear on her computer without a reason. The other party deliberately made her see this. There must be something behind it. She memorized the numbers, intending to study them later carefully.

After erasing any traces of her viewing, Catherine left her dorm, driving directly to Connie’s residence.

Upon hearing the doorbell, Zobber lazily got up to open the door.

She and Withal had investigated all night, basically pulling an all-nighter. They only went to bed at around seven in the morning. Now, they were very sleepy.

“Who is it?” Zobber asked as she opened the door. When she saw Catherine standing outside, her drowsiness was instantly chased away, and she was revitalized. “Catherine, you’re here!”

Seeing Zobber’s somewhat tired appearance, Catherine frowned slightly. “Did I disturb your sleep?”

“Not at all!” Zobber explained hastily, ” I should have been up already. I just lingered in bed a bit. Catherine, come in.”

After Catherine entered and sat down, Zobber rushed to Withal’s room, forcefully dragging him out of bed.

Despite appearing amiable on regular days, Withal could be quite grumpy when woken up. Whenever someone disturbed his sleep, he would lose his temper.

However, Zobber was never afraid of Withal, and ironically, Withal couldn’t do anything to her and had to endure her disturbance.

After Withal got up, he came out and was momentarily stunned to see Catherine on the sofa. “Catherine, what brings you here?”

Zobber, standing behind him, delivered a swift kick to his backside and sternly rebuked. “All you think about is sleeping. You didn’t even notice when Catherine arrived. I kindly woke you up, and you still wanted to pick a fight with me. Sure, come on, fight me in front of Catherine.”

Withal gritted his teeth and glared at Zobber’s arrogant expression. Fiercely, he said, “You better not cross the line. Otherwise, don’t cry when I deal with you later.”

Sitting on the side, Catherine watched the two bicker with great amusement.

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