Chapter 3

“Damn it, chase her down! Don’t let her get away!”

A figure darted out of the private room. Yvette slipped the chip into her pocket, her delicate face showing no emotion.

“Boss, head left! They’re getting closer to you!” Jake’s urgent voice crackled in her earpiece. Yvette’s eyes were cold and focused, framed by long, dark lashes. Without thinking twice, she sprinted to the left.

The chip in her possession was Henry Johnson’s final masterpiece, created with painstaking effort before his death.

It had ended up on the black market, and her team had just been a step too late, allowing a gang to get hold of it first.

They planned to sell it to foreign interests, which would severely impact the country’s chip manufacturing capabilities.

Yvette’s plan had gone smoothly; she had successfully retrieved the chip.

However, the gang was relentless, unwilling to let it slip away without a fight.

“It’s a dead end ahead,” Yvette muttered, her fox-like eyes narrowing.

“What?” Jake’s panicked voice came through the earpiece. “How can it be a dead end? That’s impossible!”

Yvette wasn’t afraid of the tough opponents, but rather, clueless teammates.

She tapped her tongue against the back of her teeth and let out a frustrated sigh.

She suddenly felt the urge to punch someone.

There was no time to backtrack now. Without hesitation, she stripped off her jacket and hat, tossing them into a trash bin nearby.

over her shoulders, making her striking features

just ahead; don’t let her get away!” The

on a man

with his collar undone. The tie around his neck was loosely draped to one side, giving him a casual yet captivating

were getting closer. Yvette wasted no time and quickly

his expression

help.” He

annoyance faded away. His

“What do you need?”

wasn’t unreasonable, he

arms around his neck

her rosy lips

instantly, his Adam’s apple bobbing

to touch his, she pressed her

His throat tightened as he recalled the unexpected flutter he

he was feeling this stirred up over

“Where’d she go?”

hurriedly caught up, only to see the two of them embracing

when Wilson’s icy gaze swept over them. His irritation was obvious,

The gang felt

could book the top suites at Royal Pavillion was either wealthy or influential—certainly not someone they

here. We’ll look for her

in another direction, Yvette blinked her long, curled

a step back, creating distance between

indifferent as she strode away with her slender

forward, she was pulled back into his embrace by a pair

Wilson’s deep, magnetic voice sent

added, “Do things always work out this conveniently

expecting something from her? As Yvette reached into her pocket to offer him money, she

attempt to bribe him, Wilson pulled out his phone and waved it in front

lips curved into a subtle, seductive smile that sent shivers down her spine, both enticing and

Treat me to a meal, and I’ll call it

man before her was cunning like a fox. She lowered her gaze. She didn’t like owing people favors. Thus, she took his phone and left

handed the phone back to him, her stunning eyes

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