Rose with Thorns

Chapter 3

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 striking features even more captivating

just ahead; don’t let her get

cold gaze fell on

The tie around his neck was loosely draped to

getting closer. Yvette wasted no time and

the footsteps nearing him, his expression darkened. Who was this

need your help.” He

from earlier, Wilson’s annoyance faded away.

“What do you need?”

Yvette’s request wasn’t

arms around his neck and

rosy lips were close

darkened instantly, his Adam’s

to touch his, she pressed her thumb against his

he recalled

couldn’t believe he was feeling this stirred up over

“Where’d she go?”

see the two

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

gang felt a chill run down

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

for her in the other

Yvette blinked her long, curled lashes,

step back, creating

remained indifferent as she strode

she was pulled back into his embrace

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

“Do things always work out this conveniently

he expecting something from her? As Yvette reached into her pocket to offer him money, she realized she had nothing on her except for

out his

lips curved into a subtle, seductive smile that sent shivers down

want money, just leave me your number. Treat me to

cunning like a fox. She lowered her gaze. She didn’t like

handed the phone back to him, her

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