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."

what I just did. I reclined back on the swiveling chair, my mind wandering. Why was I doing this? Arielle and I are divorced, I

embarrassment Sofia caused her a few days back at the conference, I felt the need to apologize

be

on the door amidst what sounded like

"Who's it?"

I-" her

I was about to ask her in, the door forcefully went open and Sofia matched in, Cristina hot on her tail. I cocked my brows, surprised at

to book an

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

"Yes, sir.

a hasty retreat, Sofia slammed the door shut behind her

cut her off, trying to rein

that was what that was

for it," I fired

Are

visiting. Cristina did what any

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

notice that? She doesn't know you, unlike the

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 gonna

work to return to," I said, looking back to my

to some lowlife secretary of yours? Come

to say something

appearing on her face. She stopped in front of me and placed a

I

apologize to

your secretary.

tiredly. "Alright, why are you

as she began to speak. "There's a charity event coming up, and I'd love to attend and donate too. Also, I need

amused at the same time. "So you left the house to come here, create a scene,

now ashamed of me that you don't want to be seen with me in public? Wait, is it because I'm pregnant with another man's

enough, Sofia. Let's talk later at

we're

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

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

a meeting." Without waiting for a response, I stood

for the door handle and turned to face her. "Go home, Sofia. We'll

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