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.

later, still in thought, my phone beeped indicating the arrival of a message. It was from my investigator

the address, and suddenly developed a cold feeling. Now that I

a dare I wasn't sure I had the courage

her thriving, building something without me, stirred something complicated in

familiar fear gnawed at me

even want to

voice as we signed the papers, the way she asked me to leave without a second

the door in

than a distant memory, buried beneath the layers of her new life? Sighing in resignation, I tried to put my phone away. I

hesitating,

noticing the name of Arielle's restaurant in bold letters. Below it, a call for potential

What if I invested?

give me the answers I needed. But what if... what if I could

a different name, keeping my identity hidden. She'd

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

notice for investors in the new restaurant," I said, keeping my tone steady, rehearsing my plan

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

Gray," I said

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

I returned to

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

the restaurant, and I was in awe of the look. The exterior was sophisticated and modern, with an elegant gold plated sign bearing the restaurant's name -"A and M." I guess the initials stood for aname

the

culinary artwork adorning the walls, but that wasn't what

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