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.

cascading over her shoulders, making her striking features even more

get away!” The shouts from

on a

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

voices of her pursuers were getting closer. Yvette wasted

footsteps nearing him, his expression darkened.

your help.” He heard

earlier, Wilson’s annoyance faded away. His captivating black eyes

“What do you need?”

wasn’t

a word, Yvette wrapped her arms around

her rosy lips were

his Adam’s

to touch his, she pressed her thumb against

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

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

“Where’d she go?”

caught up, only to see the

they were about to approach the couple when Wilson’s icy gaze swept over them. His irritation was obvious, instilling

them completely. The gang felt a chill run down their spines as they were rooted to

was either wealthy or influential—certainly not someone they

for her in the other

gang dashed off in another direction, Yvette blinked her long, curled

a step back, creating

indifferent as she strode away

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

of me and leave right away?” Wilson’s deep, magnetic voice sent

work out this conveniently for

As Yvette reached into her pocket to offer him money, she realized she had nothing on her

pulled out his phone

into a subtle, seductive smile that sent shivers

just leave me your number. Treat me to a meal, and

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

back to him, her

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