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.

heard the footsteps nearing him, his expression darkened. Who

He heard a

as the girl from earlier, Wilson's annoyance faded away. His captivating

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

Yvette wrapped her arms around his

moment, her rosy lips

darkened instantly, his Adam's apple bobbing

about to touch his, she pressed

throat tightened as he recalled the unexpected flutter he experienced

countenance grew stern. He couldn't believe he was feeling this

"Where'd she go?"

chasing her hurriedly caught up, only to see the two of them embracing passionately,

and they were about to approach the couple when Wilson's icy gaze

gang felt a chill

top suites at Royal Pavillion was either wealthy or influential-certainly not someone they could afford to

here. We'll look for her in the other

that the gang dashed off in another direction, Yvette blinked her long, curled lashes,

took a step back, creating

Yvette's tone remained indifferent as she strode away with her

took a step forward, she was pulled back into his

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

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

pulled out his phone and waved

that sent shivers down her spine, both enticing and captivating her in an

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

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

now?" Yvette handed the phone back to

course." Wilson's lazy, magnetic voice carried

"Until next time."

walked away that Wilson

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