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 striking features even more

her get away!” The shouts

fell on a man

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

Yvette wasted no time and

nearing him, his expression darkened. Who was this

your help.” He heard a

as the girl from earlier, Wilson’s annoyance

“What do you need?”

request wasn’t unreasonable, he would

wrapped her arms around his neck and

next moment, her rosy lips

his Adam’s apple bobbing

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

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

stern. He couldn’t believe he was feeling this

“Where’d she go?”

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

in their eyes, and they were about to approach the couple when Wilson’s icy

felt a chill run down their spines as they

person who could book the top suites at Royal Pavillion was either wealthy

not here. We’ll look for her

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

took a step back, creating distance

Yvette’s tone remained indifferent as she strode

when she took a step forward, she was pulled

deep,

always work out this conveniently for

Yvette reached into her pocket to offer him money, she realized she had nothing

to bribe him, Wilson pulled out his

shivers down her spine, both enticing and captivating

just leave me your number. Treat me to a meal, and I’ll call

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

back to him, her stunning