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 my investigator and I immediately opened it. It was the

feeling. Now that I

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

thought of her thriving, building something without me, stirred something complicated in my chest-pride tangled with

familiar fear

she even want to

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 second thought. My heart clenched

probably slam the door in my

a distant memory, buried beneath the layers of her new life? Sighing in resignation, I tried to put my phone away. I couldn't do it,

hesitating, something caught

bold letters. Below it, a call for potential shareholders. Immediately, an idea took

What if I invested?

needed. But what if... what if

a different name,

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

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

can set up a meeting

I

continued. "We'll be in touch

as I returned to

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 hair was

of the look. The exterior was sophisticated and modern, with an elegant gold plated sign bearing the restaurant's name -"A and M." I

spacious, and the surrounding was impeccably

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 of