All Her Secrets

Chapter 907 Do as I Say
In the lounge, Catherine sat bored on the sofa, undisturbed by the commotion outside.
Paxton found the journalist’s information. Although she wasn’t a spy, her reputation was bad, known for exploiting others. She
had even driven a poor student to suicide for the sake of publicity.
After reviewing the information, Branden ordered, “Send this to the public relations department and release it all.”
Upon hearing the command, Paxton hesitated. “Shouldn’t we just leak the information to some other journalists? “The female
journalist was insignificant, yet involving the public relations department would make it a big deal. Paxton worried about the
public perception of bullying a journalist.
Despite Paxton’s persuasion, Branden insisted, “Do as I say.”
Paxton, obedient to Branden’s unwavering attitude, promptly carried out the order. Catherine was Branden’s Achilles’s heel, and
anyone who messed with her would face dire consequences.
“Alright, I’ll see to it,” Paxton said after arranging his subordinates. He then turned his attention to Catherine. “Miss Swann, do we
need to handle the matter of you calling the police?”
Catherine smirked. “No need. Someone else will take care of it. There’s no need to trouble the Duncan Corporation.” If the other
party wanted to cooperate with her, they would have to show sincerity.
Catherine gazed at the clear blue sky outside, recalling unforgettable scenes from years ago. It was a rainy day when she was
forced to duel with a group of bloodthirsty older teens. Only the last one standing had a chance to survive. She didn’t want to
fight; she didn’t want to kill. She had a way to keep herself alive. But in the end, she had to take action.
Ronin was there with her. When she saw Ronin being attacked, she acted swiftly and fiercely. However, those attackers didn’t
die. She didn’t intend to kill them. The rules were set, but she wasn’t bound to follow them.
In the end, both she and Ronin walked out of that hellish training camp alive, and Ronin became her sidekick from then on.
As Catherine was holding her phone, it buzzed, catching her attention. She glanced down, her eyes turning cold.
Branden noticed the change in her expression and gently asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, just a spam,” she replied, deleted the text, and then snuggled up to Branden. “I’m a bit hungry. Let’s go eat something!”
It was rare for her to say such things, and Branden couldn’t help but smile. “I heard about a new restaurant that’s supposed to be
good. I’ll take you there.
“Okay!”
Zobber and Withal were furious when they heard about the press conference.
“That woman is asking for trouble. How dare she treat Catherine like this? I won’t let her get away with it!”
Withal said pitifully, “Come on. Before you teach her a lesson, can you stop doing this to me?”
Zobber was caught off guard and realized that she had been angrily gripping Withal’s shoulder, nearly causing it to bleed. She
quickly released her grip, offering an apologetic smile. ” Sorry, I was just so angry. I didn’t realize.”
Withal, accustomed to her impulsiveness, simply rubbed his shoulder and rolled his eyes at her. ” You should find a boyfriend to
vent your frustrations on, instead of targeting me all the time.”
Initially wanting to retaliate, Zobber relented upon noticing his swollen shoulder. “Fine, let’s focus on that despicable journalist
first. She’s clearly taunting Catherine, and in public, Catherine can’t retaliate. We can’t just stand by and do nothing.”
“Do we really need to get involved?” Withal asked disdainfully before pushing his laptop towards her. “See for yourself.”
As Zobber browsed through the web pages on Withal’s laptop, she found an outpouring of public outrage against the unethical
journalist.
Eventually, Zobber traced it back to its source. To her surprise, the original post was from the Duncan Corporation’s public
relations department, detailing the journalist’s transgressions over the years. Many of her evil deeds had been uncovered.
Initially, some thought the Duncan Corporation was overreacting and seeking revenge. However, as more and more victims
appeared, it became clear how much harm the despicable journalist had caused.
There was the impoverished student he had driven to suicide, leaving behind a shattered family-his mother went insane, his
father succumbed to depression and took his own life, leaving only the elderly grandmother to care for the mentally ill mother.
The neighbors, upon seeing the journalist’s atrocities, shared the family’s plight, shedding light on the severity of the journalist’s
deeds.

Those who had initially criticized the Duncan Corporation deleted their comments. Many internet users applauded the
corporation, realizing that if the despicable journalist had not targeted the corporation and angered Branden, they wouldn’t know
who the next victim might be.
As Zobber read on, she grew increasingly furious at the journalist’s actions. “This despicable bitch! She deserves the death
penalty,” she huffed.
Withal coldly commented, “Even if you’re angry, you can’t punish her. He said words that he shouldn’t, but it’s not against the
law.”
“Should we let her get away with this?” Zobber protested.
“This despicable woman definitely has a shady background. Dig a little deeper, and there might be surprises,” Withal hinted at
Zobber with a sly look.
Zobber eagerly agreed, “I’m an expert at digging up people’s backgrounds. If I don’t make her pay the price, I’ll change my last
name to hers.”
Withal reminded her, “Unfortunately, her last name is the same as yours.”
“What?” Zobber was furious. Her family name had been tarnished by this scoundrel.