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.

her long hair down, the wavy locks cascading over her shoulders, making her striking features even more captivating

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

gaze fell on a man not far

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

getting closer. Yvette wasted no time

his expression darkened. Who was this

your help.” He heard a cold

Wilson’s annoyance faded away.

“What do you need?”

long as Yvette’s request wasn’t

arms around his neck and

moment, her rosy

darkened instantly, his Adam’s apple

his, she pressed her thumb against his mouth,

throat tightened as he

countenance grew stern. He couldn’t believe he was

“Where’d she go?”

that was chasing her hurriedly caught up, only to see the two of them

their eyes, and they were about to approach the couple when Wilson’s icy gaze swept over them. His

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

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

look for her in the

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

a step back, creating distance between

remained indifferent as she strode

she took a step forward, she was pulled back into

Wilson’s deep, magnetic voice sent shivers down her

work out

into her pocket to offer him money, she realized she

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

smile that sent shivers

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

like a fox. She lowered her gaze. She didn’t

phone back to him, her stunning eyes devoid

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