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.

him, his expression darkened. Who

your help." He heard a cold

girl from earlier, Wilson's annoyance faded away. His captivating black eyes flickered with curiosity. "What

long as Yvette's request wasn't unreasonable, he would

Yvette wrapped her arms around his neck and rose on her

moment, her rosy lips

eyes darkened instantly, his Adam's apple

Yvette's lips were about to touch his, she pressed her thumb against

as he recalled the unexpected

believe he was feeling this

"Where'd she go?"

caught up, only to see the two

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

to intimidate them completely. The gang felt a

Royal Pavillion was either wealthy or influential-certainly

for

dashed off in another direction, Yvette blinked

back, creating distance between

tone remained indifferent as she strode away with her slender

a step forward, she was pulled back into his embrace by a

down her spine, as it was inexplicably seducing. He added, “Do things always work

reached into her pocket to offer him money, she

to bribe him, Wilson pulled out

curved into a subtle, seductive smile that sent shivers down her spine,

number. Treat me to a meal,

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

phone back to him,

voice carried

"Until next time."

wasn't until Yvette had walked away