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

A potential shareholder.

(JARED'S POV)

My phone rang, breaking the silence in my office. I glanced at the screen to see my investigator's name flashing. "Talk to me," I answered. "Do you have an update?"

"Yes, I do," he replied and hesitated.

"Go on," I urged.

"Unfortunately, I was unable to trail her to her house. She noticed I was following her and she made me lose her."

My jaw clenched and my grip on the phone tightened. "Is all you do is give excuses?" I snapped.

"Calm down, Sir. Please, hear me out," he pleaded.

I exhaled, forcing myself to remain silent and let him continue.

"I was unable to follow her to her house as planned yesterday, but I managed to get the address of her restaurant."

"Her restaurant?" I repeated, my interest piqued.

"Yes, she's building her restaurant, and it's opening next week."

I sat up straight on the chair now. "Send me the address."

After the call ended, I reclined back on my chair, lost in thought. Arielle was not just back; she was setting up her own restaurant? Wow, this woman was just so full of surprises.

arrival of a message. It

suddenly developed a cold feeling. Now that I

phone lay on the desk, with the address staring at me like a dare I

thought of her thriving, building something without me,

fear gnawed at me

she even want to see

her voice as we signed the papers, the way she asked me to leave without a second thought. My heart clenched at the thought. I could already imagine her

the door in

What if I'd waited too long, and I was nothing more than a distant memory, buried beneath the layers of her new life? Sighing in resignation, I tried to put my phone away. I couldn't do it,

as I was hesitating, something caught my eye-an

scrolled down, noticing the name of Arielle's restaurant in bold letters. Below it, a call for potential shareholders. Immediately, an idea took root in

What if I invested?

wouldn't give me the answers I needed. But what if... what if I could help her?

to apply, but under a different name, keeping my

phone and dialed the number listed for potential investors.

the new restaurant," I said, keeping my tone steady, rehearsing my plan in my mind. "I'm interested in learning more about the

course," the voice on the other end responded. "We can set up a meeting to discuss

Gray," I said

Mr. Gray," the receptionist continued. "We'll be in touch to schedule a

my face as I returned to work afterward, waiting for

it was finally the long anticipated day. I paid extra attention to my look. I wanted to make a good impression and it had to start with my physical appearance. I wore a well tailored suit, adjusted my tie, and

exterior was sophisticated and modern, with an elegant gold plated sign bearing the restaurant's name -"A and M." I guess

was spacious, and the surrounding

designed, with soft luminous lighting, expensive furnishings, and culinary artwork adorning the