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.

wavy locks cascading over her shoulders, making her striking features

her get

gaze fell on a man not far

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

voices of her pursuers were getting closer. Yvette wasted

heard the footsteps nearing him, his expression darkened. Who was

He heard

Wilson’s annoyance faded away. His captivating black

“What do you need?”

long as Yvette’s request wasn’t unreasonable,

around his neck and rose on her

rosy

eyes darkened instantly, his Adam’s

to touch his, she

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

he was feeling this stirred up over

“Where’d she go?”

to see the two of

they were about to approach the couple when Wilson’s icy gaze swept over them. His irritation was obvious, instilling a sense of fear

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

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

here. We’ll look for her in

direction, Yvette blinked her long, curled lashes,

step back, creating distance

indifferent as she strode away with her

was pulled back into his embrace by a pair of

of me and leave right away?” Wilson’s deep, magnetic

“Do things always work out this conveniently for

Yvette reached into her pocket to offer

Wilson pulled out his phone and waved it in front

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

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

her was cunning like a fox. She lowered her gaze. She didn’t like owing people favors. Thus, she

phone back to him, her stunning eyes devoid