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.

a message. It was from my investigator and I immediately opened it. It was the address

and suddenly developed a cold feeling. Now that

me like a dare I wasn't sure I had the courage to accept.

her thriving, building something without me, stirred something complicated

familiar fear

she even want

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

probably slam the door

she hated me 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

as I was hesitating, something caught

name of Arielle's restaurant in bold letters. Below it, a call for potential shareholders. Immediately, an idea took

What if I invested?

I needed. But what if... what if I could help her? What if, without knowing

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

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

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

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

Gray," I said

the receptionist continued. "We'll be in touch

returned to work afterward, waiting for

impression and it had to start with

soon arrived at 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

and the surrounding

inside, I was struck by the interior design. 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 the restaurant, above the main bar, there she

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