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 suddenly developed a cold feeling. Now that I have managed to get the address,

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

thought of her thriving, building something without me, stirred something complicated

fear gnawed

even want

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 at

slam the door

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

was hesitating,

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

What if I invested?

closer to her. It wouldn't give me the answers I needed. But what if... what if I could help her? What if, without knowing it, I could support her

a different name, keeping my identity

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

keeping my tone steady, rehearsing my plan in my mind. "I'm

can set up a meeting to discuss

Gray," I

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

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

was finally 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.

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 M." I guess the initials stood for aname or

lot was spacious, and the surrounding was impeccably manicured

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