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.

over her shoulders, making her striking features

ahead; don’t let her get away!” The

gaze fell on a man not

against the railing with his collar undone. The tie around his neck was loosely draped to one side, giving him a casual

pursuers were getting closer. Yvette wasted no time and

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

need your help.” He

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

“What do you need?”

wasn’t

arms around his neck and rose on

the next moment, her rosy lips

darkened instantly, his Adam’s apple

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

he was feeling this

“Where’d she go?”

chasing her hurriedly caught up, only to see

their eyes, and they were about to approach the couple when Wilson’s icy gaze swept over them. His irritation was obvious, instilling

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

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

for her in the other

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

step back,

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

she took a step forward, she was pulled back into his

deep, magnetic voice sent shivers down her

things always work out this conveniently

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

him, Wilson pulled out his phone and

a subtle, seductive smile that sent shivers down her spine, both enticing

don’t want money, just leave me your number. Treat me to a meal,

fox. She lowered her gaze.

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