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.

thought, my phone beeped indicating the arrival of a message. It was from my investigator and I immediately opened it. It was the address of

address, and suddenly developed a cold feeling. Now

phone lay on the desk, with the address staring at me like a dare I wasn't sure I had the courage to accept. Arielle's

me, stirred something complicated in

then the familiar fear gnawed at

even want to

to recall that day, that cold finality in her voice as we signed the papers, the way she asked me to leave without

the

more than a distant memory, buried beneath

hesitating, something caught

it, a

What if I invested?

her. It wouldn't give me the answers I needed. But what if... what if I could help her? What if, without knowing it, I could support

going to apply, but under a different name, keeping my identity hidden. She'd never

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

in the new restaurant," I said, keeping my

the voice on the other end responded. "We can set

Gray," I said

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

I returned to work

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

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

was spacious, and the surrounding

with soft luminous lighting, expensive furnishings, and culinary artwork adorning the walls, but that wasn't what caught my attention. Right