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.

a message. It was from my

cold feeling. Now that I

dare I wasn't sure I had the

without me, stirred something complicated in

fear gnawed at

she even want to

memories of our last conversations suddenly swirled in my mind. It's been three years and I never had the courage to recall that day, that cold finality in her voice as we signed the papers, the way she asked me to leave without a

slam the

was nothing more than a distant memory, buried beneath the layers of her new

hesitating, something

name of Arielle's restaurant in bold letters. Below it, a

What if I invested?

closer to her. It wouldn't give me the answers I needed. But what if... what if I

going to apply, but under a different name, keeping my

up my phone and dialed the number listed for potential investors. The phone rang twice before a

my tone steady, rehearsing my plan in my mind. "I'm interested in

on the other end responded. "We can set up

Gray," I said

continued. "We'll be in touch to schedule a

sly smile crossed my face as I returned to work afterward, waiting

I wanted to make a good impression and it had to start with my physical appearance. I wore a

The exterior was sophisticated and modern, with an elegant gold plated sign bearing the

parking lot was spacious, and the surrounding was

struck by the interior design. It was tastefully designed, with soft luminous lighting, expensive furnishings, and culinary artwork adorning the walls, but that wasn't what caught my attention. Right in the center