Chapter 3 Beautiful Pickpocket

At Egoford international airport, six years later.

A tall and slender woman walked out of the arrivals hall, holding the hand of a cool and handsome boy. Onlookers who were waiting for their loved ones and clients were stunned at the sight of the duo. They marveled at how good they looked.

The woman had on a pair of sunglasses. She had a straight nose, an ideal chin, and thin red lips. She had on heels and a short flowery dress that accentuated her beautiful figure and long legs. Her gait was so elegant like a runway model, and also noble like a queen. The boy next to her looked about five to six years old. His big eyes shone as if he had all the knowledge in the world. He walked like a bold little gentleman.

"Who is that woman? Is she a celebrity?"

"I don't know. She looks so good. The kid is so cute!"

"Oh, my God! I have never seen anyone so good-looking!"

"Yvonne, here!" A clear voice came as soon as Yvonne took off her sunglasses and scanned through the crowd.

A handsome man dressed in a suit walked over to them quickly. He was Waylon Patterson. He squatted and hugged the little boy. "Hey, Aiden! You have grown so big. I'm glad you are finally here."

"Hello, Waylon!" Yvonne's son, Aiden Tate said in a childish voice.

Waylon asked, "Little boy, you must have missed me a lot, haven't you?"

"Not really!" Aiden replied coldly.

"You naughty boy..."

Yvonne bent to her son's level and said seriously, "You guys shouldn't quarrel here. Wait for me here. I need to use the ladies' room."

The two males squinted at each other before nodding at her.

As soon as Yvonne came out of the ladies' room, she happened to see a man in a grey windbreaker bump into a girl. He then apologized and turned to leave. The girl didn't make a fuss. Instead, she smiled at the man and walked into the bathroom to fix her makeup.

Yvonne had the eyes of an eagle. Even though the incident happened in the blink of an eye, she had seen how the man cut the girl's bag with a blade and took her mobile phone immediately. He put it in his pocket as he apologized to her.

How dare he steal in an airport in broad daylight? Anyway, today wasn't his lucky day.

Yvonne could never overlook such a thing. If she did, her guilt would eat her up for a long time.

Dumping the crumpled piece of toilet paper in the trash can nearby, she followed the man and bumped into him intentionally. The thief was just about to yell at her. However, he stopped when she looked up and batted her eyelashes at him innocently.

"Miss, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, sir. Sorry for bumping into you. I should have looked where I was going." "Oh, no worries!" The thief consoled her while insisting that she didn't have to apologize. As he flirted with her, she slid her thin fingers into his pocket and took out the stolen phone. He then left.

"Idiotic thief, you will have a taste of your own medicine now," Yvonne muttered, her hand tightening around the phone.

She turned around, intending to give the phone back to its rightful owner. Unbeknown to her, someone had watched the scene not too far away.

Conrad Patterson witnessed the whole process, from the bumping, to the flirting, and then pickpocketing. He had to admit that her movements were so smooth that the man didn't notice the phone was stolen.

What surprised Conrad the most was how the pickpocket looked. She was so beautiful and elegant.

Perhaps it was truly best not to judge a book by its cover. People were good at pretending. They always went around wearing a mask while hiding their wicked souls underneath.

Conrad's eyes flickered with disgust as he watched Yvonne walk away. Suddenly, his attention was diverted by his assistant, Evan Castro.

"Mr. Patterson, we have declared Doctor Y wanted on the dark net and offered a reward for whoever can find this person or provide the perfect leads. We have also entrusted the hacker organization, Fox to conduct a search too. The commission is ten million dollars, but it's yet to make headway."

A deep frown appeared on Conrad's face when he heard this. He said with displeasure, "You have been investigating Doctor Y for so long. Not only have you not found this person, but you also don't know his or her real name. How long will this go on?"

"Sir, I really wish things were a lot more different, but this person's background is so mysterious. I think someone is hiding them and covering their tracks well. Indications state that Doctor Y might be from Pluatho, but we still didn't get information about the gender or name."

Conrad rubbed his temples, feeling a little tired and stressed out.

His grandfather's illness was a source of worry for him. All the top medical experts he contacted from all around the world couldn't treat him. Doctor Y was the last hope. Conrad had many connections and was very powerful. However, no matter how much digging he and his men did, they couldn't find this doctor. He or she was like a ghost.

"Double down on the investigation. Go all out for this no matter how much it would cost. This is a matter of life and death. That doctor must be found."

"Yes, sir."

Conrad walked out and got into the black Porsche. The car disappeared down the highway in no time.