Chapter 424 Youâre My Enemy
Catherine, wearing a tight vest and camo pants, stood confidently before Carlo.
Carlo was stunned for a while. Seeing him silent for a long time, Catherine said, âWhy are you still standing there? Planning to slack off and skip training?
Hearing the word âtraining,â Carlo immediately snapped out of it and stood up straight. âInstructor, I was not trying to slack off. I just⦠I meanâ¦â Carlo couldnât bring himself to say the rest of his words and could only steal glances at Catherine.
Catherine gave him a cold look. âGet back to training!â
Although Carlo now knew that Catherine was the instructor, he dared not show any disrespect due to her authority. Catherine had given the command, and he had to comply obediently. âIâm going back now!â
Catherine watched Carlo hurriedly escape, smirking. âThese guys are quite interesting,â she murmured.
After returning from the instructorâs residence, Carlo joined Francis and Cory. As soon as he sat down, Cory, who was usually not much of a talker, asked a question.
âHow was it?â
After a few seconds of silence, Carlo gave a thumbs-up to Cory.
âCory, youâre amazing. The instructor is really Miss Swann!â
Compared to Carloâs extreme surprise, Cory remained calm. After all, he was the first one to figure it out.
On the other hand, Francis, who was completely confused, looked at the two with a puzzled expression. âWhat do you guys mean? Miss Swann is the instructor? Which Miss Swann?â
Seeing Francisâs confusion, Carlo got excited and eagerly explained. â
Francis, let me tell you something. We just found out that Catherine is Mr. Anon. I even confirmed it myself!â
Francis was stunned for a moment. â You mean that girl, Catherine, who looks like a teenager, is our instructor?â
âYes, thatâs right. I personally confirmed it,â Carlo confidently replied. Francis was speechless. He never expected that such a young girl would be so impressive. No wonder she could disappear without a trace right under his nose.
While the two were still in shock, Cory had already found Jon. âInstructor, can I use satellite communication?â
When Cory arrived, there were some special instructions from higher-ups. As long as it didnât interfere with training and the requests werenât excessive, Jon wouldnât interfere with them.
At a villa in Alton.
Paxton had been anxious for almost 48 hours. The people he sent out found nothing; he could even sense Brandenâs patience was reaching its limit. If Catherine didnât show up soon, he was sure something terrible would happen.
âSir.â
Upon hearing the sound, Paxton turned around, and his eyes widened unconsciously. âIs there any news about Miss Swann?â
His subordinate shook his head. âItâs Cory. He wants you to answer the phone!â
âCory?â Paxton frowned slightly. If it were Carlo, Paxton wouldnât answer the call. But Cory was different. He was currently training on Scorpion Island, so it must be something important if he called!
Paxton didnât expect that this phone call from Cory would bring him a huge surprise. The problem that had been bothering Paxton for so many days was finally solved.
In the evening, a helicopter suddenly arrived on Scorpion Island. Several mysterious figures got off the helicopter. Jon personally received them, while the other instructors didnât even have a chance to see them.
Branden exuded an unparalleled aristocratic aura. He stood in front of Jon as if he were a natural ruler.
Jon respectfully bowed to him. âMr. Duncan, welcome!â
Branden was in a hurry to find Catherine and had no intention of talking to Jon. He asked eagerly,â Where is Mr. Anon?â
âIn the dormitory!â
As soon as Jon finished speaking, Branden disappeared. Jon couldnât help but whisper in admiration, âMr. Anon is really powerful!â
Catherine had just changed her clothes and was ready to go to the training ground. As soon as she opened the dormitory door, she saw a tall man standing at the door.
She wasnât surprised by Brandenâs appearance. Since she didnât hide it from Carlo, she had no intention of hiding it from Branden either. She hadnât figured out her revenge plan yet, and her enemy had shown up, which was just convenient for her to deal with him.
Although Catherine was wearing a disguise, Branden recognized her at a glance. He was about to approach her, but Catherine instinctively stepped back.
When Branden noticed her subconscious action, his heart sank. His brows furrowed once again. He didnât dare to approach and just stood there, staring intently in her direction.
âCan I come in?â he tentatively asked, his statement carrying an unusual sense of humility and plea. He could tell that Catherineâs attitude towards him had changed.
Catherine didnât say anything. She simply turned around and walked into the house. After a moment of hesitation, Branden followed her inside.
Once Catherine was inside, she removed her coat before Branden, revealing her true appearance and looking him straight in the eye.
Compared to Brandenâs caution and prudence, Catherineâs attitude seemed much more eerie. She sat arrogantly in the chair, crossing her long legs, her demeanor casual yet exuding a sinister fierceness.
Branden sat across from her, gazing at her with adoration in his eyes. The girl, who was capable of turning the whole Alton upside down, was now sitting before him. He was satisfied.
âEven death row inmates have the right to a trial before execution. So, I just want to know the reason,â he said. âWhy did you suddenly reject me?â
Catherine assessed Branden in front of her, realizing that he was even more capable than she was. She couldnât be sure whether his pitiful and sympathetic tone was genuine or just an act. With her arms crossed and a cold expression on her face, she explained everything in a monotone voice.
âThree years ago, in the primitive forests of northern Myanville, the chief of Red Star captured a high-ranking member of the Hacker Alliance. Do you remember? Your excellency, the chief.â
Her indifferent tone made her seem like a mere bystander. Branden couldnât help but tremble uncontrollably, and his expression froze as soon as he heard Catherineâs description. His pupils dilated involuntarily. He hadnât thought of it before because he hadnât even considered that possibility, considering it was an event that happened three years ago. But now, as Catherine mentioned it, he finally understood everything.
Three years ago, in an accident, he almost killed Catherine. Brandenâs shocked reaction let Catherine know that he had remembered everything. She didnât need to be polite any longer.
âThank you. After that incident, it was the first time in my life that I had spent such a long time lying in a hospital bed!
Her words were like a sharp sword, piercing straight into Brandenâs heart, leaving him in pain. He seemed unable to speak or even breathe. This girl, whom he viewed as his beloved one, had once been cruelly hurt by him.
Now Branden understood why Catherine suddenly became angry and ignored him. Even if she pointed a gun at him directly and shot him, it would be expected.
Branden slowly stood up and walked silently towards the door.
Watching his receding figure, Catherine remained silent. She was the type of person who never let grievances go easily, especially when she had hatred in her heart for three years.