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 shoulders, making

get away!”

gaze fell on a man

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

pursuers were getting closer. Yvette wasted no time and quickly walked

the footsteps nearing him, his expression

help.” He heard a

earlier, Wilson’s annoyance faded

“What do you need?”

Yvette’s request wasn’t

wrapped her arms around his

the next moment, her rosy lips were

instantly, his Adam’s apple

she pressed her thumb against his mouth,

instant. His throat tightened as he recalled the unexpected flutter he experienced when he thought

believe he was feeling this stirred

“Where’d she go?”

that was chasing her hurriedly caught up, only to see the two of them embracing passionately,

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

felt a chill run down their spines as they were rooted to the

Pavillion was either wealthy or influential—certainly not someone they

look for her in the

the gang dashed off in another direction, Yvette blinked her

step back, creating

she

she was pulled back into his embrace by

of me and leave right away?” Wilson’s deep, magnetic

“Do things always work out

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

her attempt to bribe him, Wilson pulled out his

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

Treat

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

phone back