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.

the wavy locks cascading over her

get away!” The shouts from behind grew

fell on a man not

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

Yvette wasted no time and quickly walked toward

nearing him, his expression darkened. Who was this bold

He heard

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

“What do you need?”

wasn’t

a word, Yvette wrapped her arms around his

the next moment, her rosy lips

darkened instantly, his Adam’s apple bobbing

Yvette’s lips were about to touch his, she pressed her thumb against his mouth, preventing their lips

as he recalled the unexpected flutter he experienced when he thought she would

he

“Where’d she go?”

only to see the two of them embracing passionately, like a couple

the couple when Wilson’s icy gaze

felt a

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

not here. We’ll look for her in

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

back, creating distance between

as she strode away with her slender

forward, she was pulled back into his embrace by a

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

added, “Do things always work out this conveniently

something from her? As Yvette reached into her pocket to offer him money, she realized

bribe him, Wilson pulled out his phone and waved

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

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

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

go now?” Yvette handed the phone back to him, her stunning eyes