Talented Hairess A Rose with Thorns

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.

She let her long hair down, the wavy locks cascading over her shoulders, making her striking features even more captivating and unforgettable.

"She's just ahead; don't let her get away!" The shouts from behind grew louder.

Yvette's cold gaze fell on a man not far away.

He was leaning lazily against the railing with his collar undone. The tie around his neck was loosely draped to one side, giving him a casual yet captivating allure. The voices of her pursuers were getting closer. Yvette wasted no time and quickly walked toward him.

nearing him, his expression

He heard a cold

annoyance faded away. His captivating black eyes flickered with curiosity. "What do

long as Yvette's request wasn't

a word, Yvette wrapped her arms around his

the next moment, her rosy lips were close

instantly, his Adam's apple

Yvette's lips were about to touch his, she

at that instant. His throat tightened as he recalled the unexpected

countenance grew stern. He couldn't believe he was feeling this stirred up over a

"Where'd she go?"

see the two of them embracing passionately, like a couple madly

in their eyes, and they were about to approach the couple when Wilson's icy gaze swept over them. His irritation was obvious, instilling a

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

Pavillion was either wealthy

for

Yvette blinked her

back, creating distance between

as she strode away with her slender

was pulled back into his embrace by a pair

right away?" Wilson's deep, magnetic voice sent shivers down her spine, as it was inexplicably seducing. He added, “Do things always work out this

something from her? As Yvette reached into her pocket to offer him money, she realized she had nothing on her except for that

Wilson pulled out his phone and waved it

shivers down her spine,

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

She lowered her gaze. She didn't like owing people favors. Thus, she took his phone and left her

handed the phone back to him, her stunning eyes devoid of

lazy, magnetic voice carried a hint of amusement,

"Until next time."

until Yvette had walked away that