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.

few minutes later, still in thought, my phone beeped indicating the arrival of a message. It was from my investigator and I immediately opened it. It was the

cold feeling. Now that I have managed to get

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

without me, stirred

then the familiar fear gnawed

she even want to see

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 second

the door

now? Oh she must have. 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

hesitating, something caught my eye-an

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

What if I invested?

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

different name, keeping my identity hidden. She'd never

picked up my phone and dialed the number listed for potential investors.

I'm calling regarding the notice for investors in the new restaurant," I said, keeping my tone steady, rehearsing my plan in my mind. "I'm interested in learning more

can set up a meeting to discuss further. Can I

Gray," I

continued. "We'll be in

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

long anticipated day. I paid extra attention to my look. I wanted to make a good impression and it

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

lot was spacious, and the surrounding was

furnishings, and culinary artwork adorning the walls, but