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.

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

ahead; don’t let her get away!” The shouts from

on a man not

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

of her pursuers were getting closer. Yvette wasted no time

him, his expression darkened. Who

He heard a

girl from earlier, Wilson’s annoyance faded away. His

“What do you need?”

request wasn’t unreasonable, he

word, Yvette wrapped her arms around his neck and rose on

the next moment, her rosy lips

darkened instantly, his Adam’s

just as Yvette’s lips were about to touch his, she pressed her thumb against

throat tightened as he recalled the unexpected flutter he experienced when

grew stern. He couldn’t believe he was feeling this

“Where’d she go?”

to see

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

completely. The gang felt a chill run down

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

look for her in the other

in another direction, Yvette blinked her long, curled

back, creating distance between

remained indifferent as she strode away with her slender

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

away?” Wilson’s deep, magnetic voice sent shivers down her spine, as it

always work out this

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

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

shivers down her

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

She lowered her gaze. She didn’t like

Yvette handed the phone back to him, her stunning eyes