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.

the footsteps nearing him, his

help." He

annoyance faded away. His captivating black eyes flickered

long as Yvette's request wasn't unreasonable,

arms around his

rosy lips were

his Adam's apple bobbing

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

he recalled the

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

"Where'd she go?"

see the two of them embracing passionately, like a

to approach the couple when Wilson's icy gaze swept over them. His irritation was obvious, instilling a sense

gang felt a chill run down their spines as they were rooted

Pavillion was either wealthy or influential-certainly not someone

not here. We'll look for

direction, Yvette blinked

step back, creating

she

took a step forward, she was pulled back into his embrace by a pair of large

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

he expecting 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 in

into a subtle, seductive smile that sent shivers down her spine, both enticing and captivating her

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

cunning like a fox. She lowered her gaze.

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

carried a hint of

"Until next time."

had walked away