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

ahead; don’t let her get

cold gaze fell on a man not

was leaning lazily against the railing with his collar undone. The tie around his neck was loosely draped to one side, giving him a casual

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

his

He heard a cold

her as the girl from earlier, Wilson’s annoyance faded away. His captivating

“What do you need?”

wasn’t unreasonable, he would

arms around his neck

the next moment, her rosy lips were

darkened instantly, his

his, she pressed her thumb against his mouth, preventing their

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

he was feeling this

“Where’d she go?”

gang that was chasing her hurriedly caught up, only to see the two of them embracing passionately,

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

intimidate them completely. The gang felt a chill run down

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

for her

off in another direction, Yvette blinked

a step back, creating

remained indifferent as she strode away with her

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

deep, magnetic voice sent shivers down her spine, as it was inexplicably

things always work out this conveniently for

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

him, Wilson pulled out his phone and waved

shivers down her spine, both enticing

don’t want money, just leave me your number. Treat

gaze. She didn’t like owing people favors. Thus, she took

back