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.

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

a cold feeling. Now that

on the desk, with the address staring at me like a dare I wasn't sure

thriving, building something without me, stirred something complicated in

the familiar fear gnawed

want to see

finality in her voice as we signed the

the door in my

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,

as I was hesitating, something caught my

the name of Arielle's restaurant in bold letters. Below it, a call

What if I invested?

give me the answers I needed.

different name, keeping

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

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

responded. "We can set up a meeting to discuss further. Can I get your

I said

Gray," the receptionist continued. "We'll be in

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

and it had to start with my physical appearance. I wore a well tailored suit,

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

was spacious, and the surrounding was

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