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 get away!”

gaze fell on a

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

were getting closer. Yvette wasted no time and

nearing him, his expression darkened. Who was this

need your help.” He heard a cold

Wilson’s annoyance

“What do you need?”

long as Yvette’s request wasn’t unreasonable, he

a word, Yvette wrapped her arms around his

the next moment, her rosy lips were close to

instantly, his Adam’s apple bobbing

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

couldn’t grasp his emotions at that instant. His throat tightened as he recalled

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

“Where’d she go?”

to see the two

they were about to approach the couple when Wilson’s icy

The gang felt a chill

could book the top suites at Royal Pavillion was either wealthy or influential—certainly

here. We’ll look for her in

direction, Yvette blinked her long, curled lashes, withdrawing

step back,

as she strode away with her

pulled back into his embrace by a pair of large

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

work out this conveniently

to offer

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

subtle, seductive smile that sent shivers down her

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

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

phone back to him, her