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.

long hair down, the wavy locks cascading over her shoulders, making her striking features even more captivating

just ahead; don’t let her get

gaze fell on a man not far

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

getting closer. Yvette

him, his expression darkened. Who was this

He heard a

annoyance faded away. His captivating

“What do you need?”

wasn’t unreasonable, he

wrapped her arms around his neck and rose on

the next moment, her rosy lips were

his Adam’s apple

lips were about to touch his, she pressed her thumb against

couldn’t grasp his emotions at that instant. His throat tightened as he recalled the unexpected flutter he experienced

believe he was feeling this

“Where’d she go?”

caught up, only to see the two of them embracing passionately,

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

he managed to intimidate them completely. The gang felt a chill run down their spines as

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

here. We’ll look for her in the

gang dashed off in another direction, Yvette blinked

back, creating distance between

she

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

deep, magnetic voice sent shivers

work out

into her pocket to offer him money, she realized she

out his phone and

lips curved into a subtle, seductive smile that sent shivers

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

the man before her was cunning like a fox. She lowered her gaze. She didn’t like owing people favors. Thus, she took his phone and left her

handed the phone back to him, her stunning eyes