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

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

gaze fell on a man not far

railing with his collar undone. The tie around his neck was loosely

of her pursuers were getting closer. Yvette wasted no time and

Wilson heard the footsteps nearing him, his expression

need your help.” He heard a

from earlier, Wilson’s annoyance faded

“What do you need?”

as Yvette’s request wasn’t unreasonable,

word, Yvette wrapped her arms around his

rosy lips were

his Adam’s apple

were about to touch his, she pressed her

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

he was feeling this stirred up over a

“Where’d she go?”

her hurriedly caught up, only to see the two of

they were about to approach the couple when Wilson’s icy gaze swept over them.

completely. The gang felt a chill run down their

the top suites at Royal Pavillion was either wealthy or influential—certainly not

here. We’ll look for

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

step back, creating

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

a step forward, she was pulled back into his embrace by a pair

away?” Wilson’s deep, magnetic

things always work out this conveniently for

offer him money, she realized she had nothing on her

to bribe him, Wilson pulled out his phone and waved it

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

want money, just leave me your number. Treat me to

gaze. She

Yvette handed the phone back to him, her stunning eyes