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.

locks cascading over her shoulders, making her striking features even more captivating

just ahead; don’t let her get away!” The shouts from behind grew

cold gaze fell on a

tie around his neck was loosely draped to one side, giving him a casual yet

closer. Yvette wasted

Wilson heard the footsteps nearing him, his expression darkened.

help.” He heard a

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

“What do you need?”

Yvette’s request wasn’t unreasonable, he would help

a word, Yvette wrapped her arms around his

next moment, her rosy lips were close

instantly, his Adam’s apple

as Yvette’s lips were about to touch his, she pressed

emotions at that instant. His throat tightened as he recalled the unexpected flutter he experienced when he thought she

he was feeling this stirred up

“Where’d she go?”

chasing her hurriedly caught up, only to see the two

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

completely. The gang felt a chill run down their spines as they were rooted to the

book the top suites at Royal Pavillion was either wealthy or influential—certainly not someone they could afford to

here. We’ll look for

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

back,

as she strode away with her

she was pulled back into his embrace by a pair of

take advantage of me and leave right away?” Wilson’s deep, magnetic voice

always work out

As Yvette reached into her pocket to offer him money, she realized she had nothing on her except

Wilson pulled out his phone and waved it in

that sent shivers down her spine,

your number. Treat me to a meal, and I’ll call

gaze. She didn’t like owing people

Yvette handed the phone back to him,