Mr billionaire's regret chasing his irresistible wife by Gabby Emmanuel

Chapter 71

He wished she could be less demanding.

(JARED'S POV)

I scribbled my signature on the last document, relieved that I had finally tended to the last of the paperwork stacked on my table for weeks. Just as I was about to put the papers away, a knock sounded on the door.

"Who is it?" I called out.

"It's Cristina, sir," my secretary replied.

"Come in."

Cristina entered, looking a little flustered. "Apologies for disturbing your work, sir, but I'm having some trouble accessing the company's database."

I nodded in understanding. Cristina is new, barely two days at the company. My previous secretary had resigned as she was relocating abroad with her fiance.

"Take a seat, and let me show you," I motioned to the vacant chair.

Patiently, I showed her how to navigate the database. And a few minutes later, she had gotten a hang of it.

"Thank you, sir," she said, rising to her feet. "I really appreciate your patience."

"You're welcome."

As she turned to leave, I called out, "Cristina?"

"Yes, sir?"

"Are you active on social media? You know, F******k, I*******m?" I asked, trying to sound as casual as possible.

She nodded. "Yes, sir."

"Alright, I need a little favor to ask."

"What is it, sir? I'd be willing to help."

"I want you to help me check out someone on both F******k and I*******m."

Cristina's expression narrowed slightly. "Sure, can I get a name?"

I paused, hesitating. What was I thinking? Am I really doing this? But I said the name anyway. "Arielle Smith, but you can check Arielle Meyers too," I added, just in case she had changed her surname to her father's. "I'll check it out."

"It's nothing serious, I just want to know what the person has been up to lately," I added.

"Alright, sir."

back on the swiveling chair, my mind wandering. Why was I doing this? Arielle and I

conference, I felt the need to apologize to her, but I realized

care about her life, I just wanted to be sure she was doing fine, I thought,

a knock sounded on the door amidst what sounded like

"Who's it?"

her

into my heart. She was back with the information I needed, I thought. But just as I was about to ask her in, the door forcefully

an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, sir. I tried to stop her and advised her to book an appointment, but she wouldn't listen. Instead, she kept yelling she was your

dare lay your pathetic hands on me? Who told you I need an appointment to see my husband?" I sighed, rubbing my

"Yes, sir.

made a hasty retreat, Sofia slammed the door shut behind her and faced

her off, trying to rein my

me, that was what

for it," I fired and I

for it? Are you

did what any sensible secretary would do. You do not visit any organization without

see you? What are you talking about? I've visited

is new, didn't you notice that?

momentarily silent, as her mistake dawned on her. But it was only fleeting as the defensive look was back on her face. "Still, it doesn't justify the way she treated a pregnant woman. I want her fired. I scoffed. Was she kidding? "On the contrary, you owe her

sorry, but that's never

yourself out then. I have work to return to," I said,

I refused to apologize to some lowlife secretary of yours? Come on, Jared." "Why are

to say

She stopped in front of me and placed a hand on

I

to

your secretary.

"Alright,

speak. "There's a charity event coming up, and I'd love

and amused at the same time. "So you left the house to come here, create a scene, humiliate my secretary, all because

want to be seen with

my hands. "That's enough, Sofia. Let's talk

she wouldn't budge. "No, we're going to talk here

by her persistence. I don't need this distraction. I have work to do. I tried thinking of a way to convince her to leave,

door, and Cristina announced, "Sir, you have a

heaved a sigh of relief, grateful for the distraction. I turned to Sofia. "You heard her, I have a meeting." Without waiting for a

turned to face

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