All Her Secrets By Chestnut

Chapter 578 My Fiancée

Liana was staring daggers at Bryan, and everyone around, sensing the tense atmosphere, fell silent.

Liana took a deep breath and ultimately let it all go.

Bryan was the legitimate heir of the Duncan Corporation. However, at present, Liana was nothing. Bryan was

someone she could not afford to offend.

She could not do anything right now.

As Liana stormed off angrily, all sorts of gossip started flying around.

“I saw Liana chatted happily with a classmate about Bryan previously, and | thought they were tight. But now it

seems like Liana was putting on a show!

“Who would've thought that Liana was just putting on an act? Just look at Bryan's attitude. You can tell how

disdainful he is!”

Watching Liana leave with a gloomy expression, Zain, who had been chasing after her, caught up with her.

Like Liana, he was also a freshman in the finance department at the University of Penny.

After chasing Liana for a while, Zain finally caught up with her.

“Liana, stop running away. | know you're feeling crappy, but hey, am I not still here for you?”

Liana stopped in her tracks. “Zain, am | that useless? | haven't done anything wrong, but do | have to endure

being looked down upon just because my grades are a little lower?” she looked at Zain in sorrow and whispered.

These words instantly made Zain’s mind go astray. He thought that Bryan had looked down on Liana just

because he had good grades.

“Liana, don’t think like that. You're excellent. Bryan is just relying on his family background. You don’t need to

care about what he says.”

Zain racked his brain for a long tbefore finally coming up with a way to cheer her up after seeing that she

remained sad and bothered.

“Liana, there’s a finance conference this weekend. Your favorite finance guru, Professor Edward Anderson, will be

there. Shall we go together?”

Liana suddenly brightened up, looking at him with excitement. “Professor Edward Anderson's finance

conference? Isn't that event open to a small group of people? How can we go?”

Zain confidently patted his chest and promised, “Don’t worry. | have a way. Count on me!”

“Zain, you're awesome!”

Liana smiled at him, the sweetness in her smile increasing with each passing moment.

Zain cfrom a well-known family, the Facers, in Loxton. Liana checked that out.

Even though Zain was not the legitimate son of the Facers, it was said that the legitimate son of the Facer family

indulged in games all year round, neglecting his duties, and had long been abandoned by the family as the heir

to the family’s wealth.

Zain could be said to be favored over this person.

This finance conference was a rare opportunity, and Liana had been itching to join for ages.

However, without the support of the Swanns, she was left without assistance, making it difficult for her to

participate in such gatherings.

She was still figuring out how to approach Zain for this, but Zain cknocking on her door himself.

She would find a way to see Edward when she’s at the finance conference.

Although Edward was just a finance professor, behind him lay a vast financial conglomerate with such formidable

resources that outsiders couldn't even estimate.

“If I could win Edward's favor, that jinx, Catherine, would have to step aside willingly whenever she seesin

the future.” As she thought about this, the anger in Liana’s heart finally dissipated a little.

In the blink of an eye, the weekend was here.

Catherine slept in until noon while Amelia was already dressed up.

“Super Catherine, you awake? Perfect timing! Do you want to join us for sshopping? It's justand Bella!”

Catherine was still sleepy and said, ” You guys go ahead. | have something to do!”

“Alright then!” Amelia replied.

Amelia pulled Isabella out of the dorm.

The dorm suddenly quieted down. Catherine slowly got up, tidied up, grabbed the baseball cap nearby, and left

the dorm neatly.

When she reached the campus gate, she realized Branden was already waiting there.

As Catherine got into the car, she took a glance at the exhaust pipe and knew that they had been there for some

time.

“Why didn’t you tellwhen you arrived?”

Branden tucked the cushion in for Catherine, allowing her to sit comfortably. Only then did he respond to her

question.

“You can sleep in a little. | can work in the car all the same!”

Paxton, who was in the driver's seat, kept quiet but couldn't help thinking, ” He chere at 7 in the morning

and has been working for a solid five hours. Can this be the same?”

After Catherine finally settled into her seat, the car slowly started moving.

The black Bentley was soon parked in front of the largest private styling stuin Loxton.

After Paxton opened the passenger door for Branden, he stood there quietly, waiting on the side.

After Branden got off, he went around to the other side of the car and slowly opened the door for Catherine,

leading her out.

Catherine looked up and saw the words written on the sign above. Her eyebrows furrowed slightly. “Are you

takingto get a style makeover?”

Branden couldn't help but chuckle. His deep eyes sparkled like stars in the sky at that moment, captivating

anyone who looked at them.

He held Catherine's hand, gently rubbing it as he explained softly, “Let's go in and check it out. If you find

something you like, just put on it. If not, we will leave!”

Catherine didn’t think much of it. Since she was already here, she decided to go in and have a look. Upon they

entered the store, there was complete silence with no sound whatsoever.

Only the shop owner, with the manager, cout to serve them. The rest were all taken care of by Paxton.

The shop owner knew Branden, the renowned big shot in charge of a famous global company.

“The young, handsome, and wealthy Branden, not to mention talented. If | didn’t know who is he, how would | be

able to make it in this industry?

“But why does the person the big shot brought today seem a bit strange?” the shop owner thought.

A massive peaked cap covered Catherine's entire face, and he could not see her face clearly at all.

The loose T-shirts and oversized sweatpants she was wearing hid her figure, making her look like a young, naive

student. It left the owner bewildered.

With no choice, the shop owner approached Brandan, standing respectfully beside him. “Mr. Duncan, is the lady

beside you today here for a styling appointment?” he inquired in a subdued tone.

Branden gave a slight nod, indicating at the stthe identity of Catherine. “My fiancée, Catherine Swann.”

The shop owner was stunned for a moment. He didn’t expect to hear such surprising news when the big shot

spoke.

In an instant, the shop owner looked at Catherine differently, and his attitude becincreasingly respectful.

“Miss Swann. Right up ahead is our dress section. Do you want to pick your own, or do you want us to provide

suggestions?”

Catherine bypassed the shop owner and went straight to the dress section. After a glance, her eyes finally

landed on a black dress tucked away in a corner.

She casually pointed her finger and said, “Letgive that a try!”

The shop owner was stunned for a moment. He had thought of all possibilities but never expected Catherine to

choose this item.

“Oh, man! This is going to be trouble!” he thought.