Talented Hairess A Rose with Thorns (Yvette and Wilson) novel Chapter 3

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.

As Wilson heard the footsteps nearing him, his expression darkened. Who was this bold person?

“I need your help.” He heard a cold voice.

Recognizing her as the girl from earlier, Wilson’s annoyance faded away. His captivating black eyes flickered with curiosity.

“What do you need?”

As long as Yvette’s request wasn’t unreasonable, he would help her.

Without a word, Yvette wrapped her arms around his neck and rose on her tiptoes.

In the next moment, her rosy lips were close to his.

Wilson’s eyes darkened instantly, his Adam’s apple bobbing fiercely.

But just as Yvette’s lips were about to touch his, she pressed her thumb against his mouth, preventing their lips from meeting.

Wilson 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 him.

His countenance grew stern. He couldn’t believe he was feeling this stirred up over a girl.

“Where’d she go?”

The gang that was chasing her hurriedly caught up, only to see the two of them embracing passionately, like a couple madly in love.

Suspicion flickered in their eyes, and they were about to approach the couple when Wilson’s icy gaze swept over them. His irritation was obvious, instilling a sense of fear within them.