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.

hair down, the wavy locks cascading over her shoulders, making her striking features even more captivating

get away!” The shouts from behind grew

fell on a

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

voices of her pursuers were getting closer. Yvette wasted no time and quickly

him, his expression

need your help.” He heard

her as the girl from earlier, Wilson’s annoyance

“What do you need?”

wasn’t unreasonable, he would

Yvette wrapped her arms around his neck and

rosy lips

his Adam’s apple bobbing

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

couldn’t grasp his emotions at that instant. His throat tightened as he recalled

couldn’t believe he was feeling this stirred up

“Where’d she go?”

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

when Wilson’s icy gaze swept

he managed to intimidate them completely. The gang felt a

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

not here. We’ll look for her in

another direction, Yvette blinked her long, curled lashes, withdrawing

step back, creating

remained indifferent as she strode away with

she was pulled back into his embrace by a pair of large

Wilson’s deep,

“Do things always work out this conveniently for

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

Wilson pulled out his phone and

shivers down her spine, both enticing and captivating her

your number. Treat me to a meal, and

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

I go now?” Yvette handed the phone back to