All Her Secrets

Chapter 829 Appetite

Just as Catherine emerged from the laboratory, she ran into Marshall.

He had been smiling for the past few days but suddenly had a gloomy face, which was really strange.

“Professor, what’s the matter with you? “Catherine spoke up and stopped Marshall, who was about to go downstairs.

Upon hearing Catherine’s voice, Marshall’s body trembled slightly, feeling somewhat startled. He turned around and looked at Catherine with a somewhat evasive gaze. Although he hid it well, he couldn’t escape Catherine’s keen eyes. “Catherine, are you planning to go back and rest?”

“Yes!” Catherine stared at Marshall, carefully inquiring, “Professor, have you encountered something?”

“No!” Marshall immediately denied it. ” There’s nothing going on. Don’t overthink it. Since work is finished, you should go back and rest early! Don’t play on your phone at night. Just go home, have dinner, and go to sleep, okay?”

Catherine always felt that Marshall was acting strange, but since he was unwilling to talk about it, she did not push the issue. “Okay.”

Seeing that Catherine did not pursue further questions, Marshall turned and left directly. However, his figure lacked the vitality and confidence he had just a few days ago, giving the impression that he had something on his mind.

Catherine immediately dialed Zobber’s phone number and said, “Help me look into something!”

After hearing about the purpose of Catherine’s call, Zobber guessed the reason even before checking. ” Catherine, you should open your phone and take a look at the most popular portal website. Or you can visit your school’s network to find the answer. I guess Marshall is troubled by these things.”

Recently, Catherine had been completely focused on her work in the laboratory, and she was not someone who enjoyed gossip, so naturally, she would not pay attention to such gossip news.

Unlike others, Zobber cared more about Catherine’s every move. She noticed this matter. Before she had the chance to inform Catherine, she received a call from Catherine.

Marshall was not aware of how strong Catherine truly was. These minor issues could not disturb Catherine’s strong inner spirit.

After hanging up the phone, Catherine followed Zobber’s instructions and opened the campus forum on her phone.

This was urged to be downloaded by Amelia before, supposedly to complete a mission.

Not even for looking, the top three headlines were all related to her. Although her name was not mentioned explicitly, the insinuation was quite obvious.

The most popular post was the one about corruption in campus.

Catherine opened the post and saw several photos.

She immediately recognized the vehicle in the photo as Branden’s car. The black Bentley, which Branden usually drove most often in Loxton, was a prominent feature.

The scene in the photo was right in front of the laboratory building on the campus.

The post was about Branden using donations and sponsorships as an excuse to exercise his power, openly driving cars into the campus. It also claimed that Branden was the intrusion of capital, disrupting the normal self- proclaimed campus.

The post listed dozens of charges, and each one didn’t seem too serious at first glance.

However, when so many charges were put together, the nature of the matter changed.Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

At the end of the post, the whistleblower also claimed that he was fighting for justice and that he was willing to risk his life to stand up for justice and oppose the influence of capital. He believed that the campus was sacred and should not be contaminated by capital. Although the statement seemed just and reasonable, only the whistleblower himself knew what intentions were hidden behind it.

Below the post, many onlookers followed with comments. Most of them were angry youth who hated the rich, in a frenzy of leading the public opinion.

They didn’t even understand what was going on, yet they were shouting slogans to drive Branden out of Styre University and reject his capital intervention.

Catherine expressionlessly finished reading the post and did not take the content to heart.

She finished reading and then forwarded the post to Paxton’s phone.

If Paxton couldn’t handle such small matters, he didn’t deserve to stand by Branden’s side.

What she was now more worried about was Marshall. Instead of heading back as planned, she turned and walked toward the family building.

Halfway there, she happened to meet Winston.

Winston also lived in the family building above Marshall. When he saw Catherine, Marshall’s disciple, he took the initiative to greet her. “Catherine, you came for Marshall!”

Catherine nodded politely, “Could you please open the door?” Entering the family building required the access card, and Catherine had originally planned to have Marshall come down but happened to run into Professor Winston Warner.

Winston smiled and said, “No trouble at all. Don’t stand on ceremony. I’ll take you up. If Marshall’s wife didn’t cook today, you can come to my house for a meal. My wife is an excellent cook.

He deliberately lowered his voice and whispered to Catherine, “Better than Marshall’s wife, but don’t tell him. He’s very stingy and will give you a hard time!”

With a slight smile, Catherine felt a greater sense of warmth toward Winston.

She admired the two professors very much, both of whom were role models in educating. They devoted their lives to research and teaching without any ulterior motives. They were especially kind. There was no scheming or plotting between them, only academic research and their beloved students.

Before parting ways, Winston suddenly called out to Catherine. “By the way, Ronin took some time off. Do you know what he’s up to?”

Winston had genuine feelings of both love and frustration toward this beloved disciple. It was natural for young people to be unruly, but Ronin was simply too willful.

“Professor Warner, rest assured that he had to attend to some family matters and should be back soon. When he returns, please do not give him the weekend off. Instead, make sure he attends class every day to catch up on what he missed,” said Catherine.

Winston understood the relationship between Catherine and Ronin.

Although he did not know what these people had been up to recently, knowing that Ronin was safe, he also felt relieved. “Alright, I’ll wait for the kid to come back so I can teach him a lesson!”

After Catherine watched Winston leave, she continued to walk up another floor.

When the door was opened, Marshall was surprised to see Catherine standing at the door. “Catherine, how did you come here?

Marshall was wearing an apron and holding a spatula in his hand. Catherine was about to speak when Marshall pulled her into the room. ” Come in and take a seat before we talk, ” he said.

Upon entering the door, Marshall immediately took off the apron around his waist and called his wife out.

Upon seeing a student come to the door, his wife did not hesitate and immediately took over the spatula. ”

You guys chat. Leave dinner to me.

Marshall, ask Catherine to stay for dinner, and I’ll make an extra dish.”

“Okay.” Marshall led Catherine to sit on the sofa. This was Catherine’s first time at his house, and she had come on her own. He was worried that something had happened. “What’s going on? Rest assured. I’ll help you with any situation!”

Looking at his anxious face, Catherine felt a stir in her heart. Marshall unconditionally supported her in everything. He was more like a father figure than just a mentor.

“It’s nothing. I’ve already read the post. I was worried that you wouldn’t be able to eat dinner, so I came to visit, “said Catherine jokingly.

Marshall knew that the matter could not be kept secret, but he didn’t expect Catherine to find out so quickly. He glared at her and said sternly, “I am Professor Hartley. Such trivial matters will not affect my appetite. It’s impossible.”

The originally serious topic seemed much lighter due to the playful tone of their conversation.

“Professor, is there any reaction from the campus side?” As soon as Catherine asked the question, Marshall’s expression changed.