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."

chair, my mind wandering. Why was I doing this? Arielle and I are divorced, I shouldn't be concerned about her life

few days back at the conference, I felt the need to apologize to her, but I

just wanted to be sure she was doing fine, I thought,

the door amidst

"Who's it?"

Sir. I-" her voice

laptop, expectation lurching 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 went open and Sofia

her to book an appointment, but

Cristina, her eyes blazing hot as coal. "That still hasn't changed. I'm still going to have you 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 apologize for

"Yes,

a hasty retreat, Sofia slammed the

for?" I cut her off, trying to rein my anger

secretary disrespected me, that was what that was about," she

for it," I fired and

asked for it? Are

did. You should have called me before visiting. Cristina did what any

an appointment before I see you? What are you talking about? I've visited

because Cristina is new, didn't you notice that? She

as the defensive look was back on her face. "Still, it doesn't justify the way she

apology? I'm sorry, but

I have work to return to," I said,

apologize to some lowlife secretary of yours? Come on, Jared."

made to

stopped in front of me and placed a hand on my shoulder

I

to you, but

your secretary.

tiredly. "Alright, why are you

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

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

She asked, looking offended. "Are you now ashamed of me that you don't want to

enough, Sofia. Let's talk later at home. I need to

we're

distraction. I have work to do. I tried thinking of a way to convince her to leave, but none

the door, and Cristina announced, "Sir, you have a meeting. It's impromptu,

Sofia. "You heard her, I have a meeting." Without waiting for a response, I stood up, grabbed the stuff I thought

face her. "Go home, Sofia. We'll talk when

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