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

faded away. His captivating

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

a word, Yvette wrapped her arms around his neck and rose on her

rosy lips

instantly, his Adam's apple bobbing

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

couldn't grasp his emotions at that instant. His throat tightened as he recalled the unexpected flutter he experienced when he thought she would kiss

believe he

"Where'd she go?"

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

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

The gang felt a

at Royal Pavillion was either wealthy or

for her in

in another direction, Yvette blinked her long, curled lashes, withdrawing

back, creating distance

tone remained indifferent as she strode away with her

was pulled back

you take advantage of me and leave 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,

pulled out his

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

money, just leave me your number. Treat me to

before her was cunning like a fox. She lowered her gaze. She didn't like owing people favors. Thus,

go now?" Yvette handed the phone back to him, her stunning

Wilson's lazy, magnetic voice carried a hint of amusement, its

"Until next time."

walked