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 get away!” The shouts

fell on

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

were getting closer. Yvette wasted no time

nearing him, his expression darkened. Who

your help.” He

her as the girl from earlier, Wilson’s annoyance

“What do you need?”

long as Yvette’s request wasn’t

Yvette wrapped her arms around

her rosy

eyes darkened instantly, his Adam’s apple bobbing

were about to touch his, she pressed her

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

countenance grew stern. He couldn’t believe 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, like a couple madly in

to approach the couple when Wilson’s icy

one look, he managed to intimidate them completely. The gang felt a chill run down

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

here. We’ll look for

the gang dashed off in another direction, Yvette blinked her long,

back,

remained indifferent as she strode away with her

forward, she was pulled back into his embrace by a

dare you take advantage of me and leave right away?” Wilson’s deep, magnetic voice sent

“Do things always work out this

her pocket to offer

Wilson pulled out his phone and waved it in

subtle, seductive smile that sent shivers down her

your number. Treat me to a meal, and

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

now?” Yvette handed the phone back