All Her Secrets

Hearing Catherine’s question, Branden surprisingly didn’t get upset as he usually would. Instead, he responded with a faint smile.

“It belongs to Triston,” he explained to Catherine.

With those words, Catherine instantly understood. The Lamberts were not lacking in money, so if Triston opened a barbecue restaurant, it would likely satisfy her appetite.

It meant the restaurant wouldn’t cut corners with low-quality ingredients, so everything here must be decent.

Catherine pondered this and suddenly felt her appetite whetted.

Once she had the thought, she was determined to try the international barbecue restaurant.

Catherine instructed Paxton, who was in the driver’s seat, “Pull over to the side!”

Paxton obediently followed her order and pulled over to the side. After all, his boss hadn’t uttered a word throughout, which meant he should listen to Miss Swann.

After the car came to a stop, Catherine instinctively opened the door and got out, following the scent of barbecue.

Her sense of smell was particularly keen, allowing her to locate the barbecue restaurant simply by following the aroma.

Upon reaching the entrance and seeing the long queue, Catherine furrowed her brow.

She enjoyed eating, but she didn’t like waiting in line. If she had to wait in line, she would rather not eat.

Turning around, she noticed Branden following behind.

Observing her slightly furrowed brow, Branden calmly asked, “What’s wrong?”

Catherine didn’t respond, but her eyes focused on the long queue.

In the next second, Branden immediately understood what was on her mind.

Paxton, who was standing behind them, quickly approached and rejoined Branden’s side within a few seconds.

Growing impatient, Catherine was about to leave. As she turned around, Branden suddenly grabbed her hand.

Before Catherine could react, Branden pulled her towards the upper floor.

The waitress led the way, so they didn’t have to walt in line and could go straight to the second floor.

Some people in line noticed them, thought it was unfair, and approached the waitress to argue. “Why don’t they have to wait in line? We have to!” they shouted.

All the staff in the restaurant were professionals hired from five-star hotels. They smiled at the disgruntled customer, speaking gently and patiently, “Sorry, sir, these customers ahead of you are our top VIPS, so they can enjoy special services on the second floor and don’t need to wait in line!”

The customer expressed dissatisfaction and pouted, asking, “Is it all about money? How do I become a top VIP? Tell me! I want to be one too.”

The waitress remained polite and replied, “There are two ways. One is to become a restaurant shareholder, which automatically upgrades you to a top VIP. The other is to have an annual expenditure of ten million, and you can also be upgraded to a top VIP. Which option would you like to proceed with?”

Who in their right mind would become a restaurant shareholder just for a meal? Not to mention spending ten million! Was that a joke?

The waitress effectively halted the arrogant customer with her words, and the people behind also quieted down, as meeting those conditions wasn’t something an ordinary person could

Unlike the bustling noise on the first floor, the second floor of the barbecue restaurant had a serene atmosphere. It was filled with the rich and spicy aroma of barbecue, without a hint of greasiness.

Triston specially opened this place to host his friends, and it was usually empty.

After all, he opened this barbecue restaurant for pleasure but not to make money.

After taking their seats, Paxton handed the menu to Branden, who then passed it to Catherine.

Catherine didn’t hesitate and quickly ordered whatever she liked on the menu.

She then passed it back to Branden, who didn’t add anything else since she had already ordered a variety of items.

Unlike others who opted for mild sauce, Catherine chose the extra spicy one.

She enjoyed strong flavors, believing that barbecue had to be spicy enough to make one sweat.

Paxton looked at the barbecue with the spicy sauce served on the table and swallowed silently, recalling that his boss seemed to…

He was about to remind Branden, but a single glance from Branden made him understand that he shouldn’t say a word.

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The quality of the ingredients and sauce determined the authenticity of international barbecue.

The dishes at this barbecue restaurant looked impressive, resembling what Ronin had prepared for her in the past.

After eating for a while, Catherine noticed Branden hadn’t touched anything, which surprised her.

She looked up at Branden, whose expression remained impassive. However, he started speaking a bit more than usual.

“Aren’t you eating?”

“I am!”

Branden replied, putting a piece of meat with extra spicy sauce into his mouth. His expression remained calm, without any change.

Catherine glanced at him and quietly shook her head, thinking that someone like him probably wouldn’t show any different expression even when dining in a Michelin-starred restaurant. He seemed to know nothing about food.

After a while, more people started coming to the second floor.

Triston was also present in the barbecue restaurant with some friends. He wasn’t interested in Michelin-starred restaurants but loved barbecue, so he hired a chef and opened his own restaurant.

They were all trust fund babies, and some of them had spotted Branden.

Seeing the table in the corner, someone patted Triston’s shoulder and said in a surprised tone, “Triston, isn’t that Mr. Duncan from the Duncans?”

Triston squinted and looked at his friend, giving a faint smile. “Don’t try to fool me! That’s impossible. Branden doesn’t eat barbecue at all. Stop talking nonsense.’

But another friend exclaimed with a serious expression, “Triston, it really is Mr. Duncan!”

“I’ll go and see. If it’s not him, I’ll come back and slap your ass!” Triston declared fiercely. However, when he turned around, he was instantly stunned.

He rubbed his eyes and realized that the person sitting in the corner was indeed Branden, and at the table next to him sat Paxton with a stoic expression.

It was Branden! This was unbelievable!

Triston quickly left his group of friends and approached Branden.

Branden was known for his aloof demeanor and was difficult to approach. While Triston’s friends desired to befriend him, they didn’t have the courage to do so. Offending him would make their lives miserable.

After approaching and getting a clear view, Triston discovered that it wasn’t just Branden alone, but a girl was sitting across from him.

The girl faced the other side, so he couldn’t see her face.

Filled with curiosity, Triston noticed Branden calmly chewing on a piece of meat covered in spicy sauce.

Unable to contain his surprise any longer, he exclaimed, “Branden, I thought you couldn’t handle spicy food!”

Hearing the voice, Catherine looked up at Branden, who continued to calmly chew his food. She furrowed her brows slightly.

He couldn’t handle spicy food, but here he was eating barbecue covered in spicy sauce with her. What was this man up to?