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.

heard the footsteps nearing him, his expression darkened. Who was

your help." He heard

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

as Yvette's request wasn't unreasonable, he

around his neck and

her rosy lips were close to

his

Yvette's lips were about to touch his, she pressed

that instant. His throat tightened as he recalled the unexpected flutter he experienced

He couldn't believe he

"Where'd she go?"

to see

Wilson's icy

he managed to intimidate them completely. The gang felt a

Pavillion was either wealthy or influential-certainly not someone they could afford

here. We'll look for

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

step back, creating distance between

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

forward, she was pulled back into

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

her pocket to offer him money, she realized she had nothing on

attempt to bribe him, Wilson pulled out his

that sent shivers down her spine, both

don't want money, just leave me your number. Treat

like a fox. She lowered her gaze. She

I go now?" Yvette handed the phone back to

voice carried a hint

"Until next time."

until Yvette had walked away that Wilson withdrew his