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.

over

just ahead; don’t let her get

cold gaze fell on

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

Yvette wasted no

footsteps nearing him, his expression darkened. Who

your help.” He heard a cold

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

“What do you need?”

request wasn’t unreasonable, he would

Yvette wrapped her arms around his

the next moment, her rosy

darkened instantly, his

his, she pressed her thumb against his mouth,

he recalled the unexpected flutter he experienced when he thought

believe he was feeling this stirred up

“Where’d she go?”

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

eyes, and they were about to approach the couple when Wilson’s icy gaze swept over them. His irritation

he managed to intimidate them completely. The gang felt

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

not here. We’ll look for her in the other

blinked her

back,

Yvette’s tone remained indifferent as she strode away with her

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

leave right away?” Wilson’s deep, magnetic voice sent shivers

work out this

expecting something from her? As Yvette reached into her pocket to offer him

bribe him, Wilson pulled out his phone and waved it in front of

that sent shivers down her spine, both

just leave me your number. Treat me

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

handed the phone back to him, her