All Her Secrets By Chestnut

Chapter 295 Have a Flat Tire

Branden took Catherine’s hand and led her down the ship. Paxton was not with them, so Branden

planned to drive himself.

Their cars were all parked at the parking lot by the shore before they headed to the island. Catherine

peeked at Branden and noticed the dark circles under his eyes. She said casually, “I’ll drive.”

Branden did not object to it. He was glad that Catherine was thoughtful and cared about him. “Okay,”

he replied softly and handed the car key to Catherine. Catherine had masterful driving skills.

After they got into the car, Catherine started the engine quickly and drove away. The dock was remote,

and they did not meet many cars or passengers, so Catherine drove speedily.

When driving past a ditch, the car shook violently and hit the side uncontrollably.

“We have a flat tire,” Catherine said sternly.

It was an emergency, but Catherine was calm and unaffected by it. Yet, her cold eyes darkened a little,

and she sneered. The accident caused the car to rush toward the guardrails out of control.

They were in the mountainous region. If the car broke through the guardrails, they might fall from the

mountain. On the other side was the precipice. At such a fast speed, the car would crash, and they

would die if the car hit it.

There was no time for Catherine to think. She could only try to lower the damage to the minimum level

when confronting such an accident. They had an unexpected flat tire while driving at high speed.

Even an experienced driver who had been driving for decades could not handle it perfectly. It was

inevitable to get hurt. All she could do was to reduce the damage and not get themselves killed.

Catherine turned the steering wheel like crazy and drove toward the cliff’s edge. Before the car hit the

edge of the cliff, Catherine turned the steering wheel at full speed again.

She drove the car into the ditch between the cliff’s edge and the highway, consistently exerting effort to

steer it uphill, intensifying the resistance.

The car slowed down and came to a halt under such pressure and braking. Catherine avoided a

disaster perfectly and ensured the safety of Branden and herself.

Catherine looked at the seat next to her when the car was stationary. In the passenger seat, Branden

was leaning his elbow against the window.

The bright eyes on his handsome face were staring at her fixedly. In his eyes, Catherine saw no fear or

panic but intriguing oddness. Catherine wore a faint smile and sized Branden up. She let out a low and

hoarse laughter.

“You’re not afraid?”

Hearing her question, Branden looked at her and raised his eyebrow, teasing, Why would I be since

you’re with me?”

The simple words showed his deep faith in Catherine. It was almost impossible for Branden to trust

someone with his family background and current status.

It was not easy for him to trust Catherine with his life. Their eyes locked for a few seconds, and

Catherine averted his first.

“Get off and check things out.”

With that, Catherine pushed the car door open and got off. Branden followed suit, as obedient as a

wonderful husband. White smoke seeped out of the car hood. The unconventional driving had

damaged the vehicle.

Fortunately, the car’s high performance was crucial in avoiding a catastrophe. Catherine scanned the

four tires and instantly knew what was going on. She tilted her head to eye Branden, and the latter

realized what had happened.

The four tires were all slashed to some extent, and they noticed that some still had nails embedded,

evidently used to puncture the tires intentionally.

The specialized nails were triangle shapes and could even pop the best run -flat tires. The fact spoke

for itself. It was not an accident, but some people wanted them dead. Unsurprisingly, a group of people

revealed themselves and surrounded them soon after..

They all wore masks and held weapons. Dayton never thought that Catherine could find a way to avoid

the car crash under his elaborate plan.

He could only deem that Catherine escaped the doom out of her good luck. Nonetheless, she would

not leave unharmed even if she was the Goddess of Luck.

Since Dayton had promised Johnathan to teach Catherine a great lesson, he must get it done. Dayton

called his men to gather there. He had heard that Catherine was quite agile and capable of fighting.

Catherine was raised in the countryside, and it was normal for her to be nimble. To make his plan

foolproof, Dayton had arranged for a dozen hired thugs to do that.

They were gangsters who were merciless and had no qualms about killing. It was a piece of cake for

them to get rid of a bumpkin like Catherine.

Catherine looked around at the thugs and was indifferent. She did not take the aggressive and lethal

men to heart. With her hands in her pockets, she took a small step back.

Her lower back met a palm that was supporting her like a powerful force. Catherine had never had such

a feeling before. It was unusual and weird, but she did not hate it.

She had been alone for too many years. She had dealt with even trickier problems by herself. It was

the first time she had someone behind her back, supporting her.

The weird feeling only existed briefly, and Catherine regained her usual sedateness. She ran her eyes

over the masked men in front of her in insouciance. “How about you tell us who your target is first?”

She could decide what to do with the enemies if she knew who they were targeting. The leading

masked man did not expect Catherine to be so calm. He felt excessively uncanny, sensing the terrifying

aura on her.

He could tell the man with a grim look behind her was even more dangerous. The leading masked man

might be scared if he came alone. However, he was now with a dozen buddies. In other words, why

would he be terrified since there was safety in numbers?

He waved the baseball bat in his hand and pointed at Catherine.

“Enough of your nonsense. Kneel and let me break your legs. Otherwise, I’ll kill you.”

The order he received was to kill them both, but the leading masked man did not want to have more

blood on his hands. He decided to break Catherine’s legs to finish the mission. Catherine smiled. Her

chin lifted a bit and showed her wonderful jawline. Her red and thin lips moved up.

She turned her head at Branden and laughed, “It seems I’m the one they want.”

Branden gave a slight nod, and his deep eyes never left Catherine.

By tacit agreement, they knew what the other was thinking. The leading masked man saw them gazing

at each other and was annoyed. He ranted, “How dare you two ignore me?

“I’ll just fucking kill you both.”