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 was from

a cold feeling.

dare I wasn't sure I had the courage to accept. Arielle's new restaurant, a

building something without me, stirred something complicated in my

then the familiar fear

want

that day, that cold finality in her voice as we signed the papers, the way she asked me to leave

probably slam the door in my

memory, buried beneath the layers of

as I was hesitating, something caught

it, a

What if I invested?

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

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

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

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

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

Gray," I

continued. "We'll be in touch to schedule

sly smile crossed my face as I returned to work afterward, waiting for the D-day to

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 ensured my

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

the surrounding was impeccably

I was struck by the interior design. It was tastefully designed, with soft luminous lighting, expensive furnishings, and culinary artwork adorning the walls, but