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.

his expression darkened. Who was

help." He heard a

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

Yvette's request wasn't

around his

moment, her rosy lips were

darkened instantly, his Adam's apple bobbing

she pressed her thumb

his emotions at that instant. His throat tightened as he recalled the unexpected flutter he experienced when he thought

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

"Where'd she go?"

that was chasing her hurriedly caught up, only to see the two of them embracing passionately, like a

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

felt a chill run down their spines

person who could book the top suites at Royal Pavillion was either wealthy or influential-certainly not someone they could

not here. We'll look for her in the other

off in another direction, Yvette blinked her long,

step back, creating distance

indifferent as she strode away with her slender

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

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

into her pocket to offer him money, she realized she

Wilson pulled out his phone

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

your number. Treat me to a meal, and I'll call it

a fox. She lowered her gaze. She didn't like owing people favors. Thus, she took

Yvette handed the phone back to him, her stunning

course." Wilson's lazy, magnetic voice carried a

"Until next time."

until Yvette had walked away that Wilson withdrew his