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

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

fell on a man not far

undone. The tie around his neck

closer. Yvette wasted

the footsteps nearing him, his

your help.” He heard a cold

as the girl from earlier, Wilson’s annoyance faded away. His captivating

“What do you need?”

wasn’t unreasonable, he

arms around his neck and rose on her

the next moment, her rosy

eyes darkened instantly, his Adam’s apple

touch his, she pressed

tightened as he recalled the unexpected flutter he experienced when he thought she

countenance grew stern. He couldn’t believe he was

“Where’d she go?”

see

couple when Wilson’s icy gaze swept over them.

intimidate them completely. The gang felt a chill run down their spines

top suites at Royal Pavillion was either wealthy or influential—certainly not someone

here. We’ll look for

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

took a step back, creating distance

as she

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

take advantage of me and leave right away?” Wilson’s deep, magnetic voice sent shivers down her spine,

things always work

As Yvette reached into her pocket to offer him money,

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

seductive smile that sent shivers down her spine, both enticing

Treat me to a meal, and I’ll

like a fox. She lowered her gaze. She didn’t like owing people favors. Thus, she

phone back to him, her

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