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,

get away!”

on a man not far

undone. The tie around his neck was loosely draped to one

pursuers were getting closer. Yvette wasted no time and quickly walked toward

the footsteps nearing him, his expression darkened.

He heard a

from earlier, Wilson’s annoyance faded away. His captivating black

“What do you need?”

wasn’t unreasonable,

arms around his neck and rose on

next moment, her rosy lips

eyes darkened instantly, his Adam’s

about to touch his, she pressed her thumb against his mouth, preventing their lips

his emotions at that instant. His throat tightened as he recalled the unexpected flutter he

He couldn’t believe he was

“Where’d she go?”

only to see the two of them embracing passionately, like a couple

couple when Wilson’s icy gaze swept over them. His irritation was obvious, instilling a sense of fear within

them completely. The gang felt a

person who could book the top suites at Royal Pavillion was either wealthy or influential—certainly

look for her in

another direction, Yvette blinked her long, curled

back, creating

tone remained indifferent as she strode away with her slender

she took a step forward, she was pulled back into

of me and leave right away?” Wilson’s deep, magnetic voice sent shivers down her spine, as

work out this

her? As Yvette reached into her pocket to offer him money,

Wilson pulled out his phone and waved

lips curved into a subtle, seductive smile that sent shivers down her spine, both enticing and

want money, just leave me your number. Treat me

the man before her was cunning like a fox. She lowered her gaze. She didn’t like owing people favors.

handed the phone back