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.

locks cascading over her shoulders,

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

gaze fell on

his collar undone. The tie around his neck was loosely draped to one

voices of her pursuers were getting closer. Yvette wasted no time

his expression

your help.” He heard a cold

her as the girl from earlier, Wilson’s annoyance faded away. His captivating black eyes flickered with

“What do you need?”

request wasn’t

wrapped her arms around his neck and

the next moment, her rosy

his Adam’s

his, she

he recalled the unexpected flutter he experienced when he thought she

grew stern. He couldn’t believe he was feeling this stirred up over

“Where’d she go?”

up, only to see the two of

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

just one look, he managed to intimidate them completely. The gang felt a chill run down

book the top suites at Royal Pavillion was either wealthy

look for her in the other

off in another direction, Yvette blinked her long, curled lashes, withdrawing her

back, creating

Yvette’s tone remained indifferent as she strode

she took a step forward, she was pulled back into his

leave right away?” Wilson’s deep,

always work out this conveniently for

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

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

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

don’t want money, just leave me your number. Treat me to

fox. She lowered her gaze. She didn’t like owing people favors.

back to him,

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