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.

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

let her get

on

against the railing with his collar undone. The tie around his neck was loosely draped to one

closer. Yvette wasted no time

Wilson heard the footsteps nearing him, his expression darkened.

He heard

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

“What do you need?”

request wasn’t unreasonable, he

arms around his neck and

moment, her rosy lips were

darkened instantly, his Adam’s apple

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

instant. His throat tightened as he recalled the unexpected flutter he experienced

believe he was feeling this stirred

“Where’d she go?”

only to see the two of them embracing passionately, like

approach the couple when Wilson’s icy gaze swept

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

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

We’ll look for her in

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

step back,

she strode

step forward, she was pulled back into his embrace

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

“Do things always work out

to offer him money, she realized she had nothing on her except

Wilson pulled out his

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

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

lowered her gaze. She didn’t like owing

the phone back to