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.

nearing him, his expression darkened. Who was this bold

He heard

faded away. His captivating black eyes flickered with curiosity. "What do you

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

wrapped her arms around

moment, her rosy lips were close to

instantly, his Adam's

about to touch his, she pressed her thumb against his mouth, preventing their lips

His throat tightened as he recalled the unexpected flutter he experienced when he thought she

he was feeling this stirred

"Where'd she go?"

her hurriedly caught up, only to see the two

when Wilson's icy gaze swept over them. His irritation was

look, he managed to intimidate them completely. The gang felt a chill run down their spines as they were rooted to

the top suites at Royal Pavillion was either wealthy or influential-certainly not someone

not here. We'll look for

another direction, Yvette blinked her long, curled lashes, withdrawing her arms from around his

a step back, creating

remained indifferent as she strode away with her slender

forward, she was pulled back into his embrace by a

and leave right away?" Wilson's deep, magnetic voice sent shivers down her

offer him money, she realized

her attempt to bribe him, Wilson pulled out his phone

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

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

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

the phone back

lazy, magnetic voice carried a hint of amusement, its

"Until next time."

until Yvette had walked away that Wilson