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.

my phone beeped indicating the arrival of a message. It was from my investigator and I immediately

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

the address staring at me like a dare I

of her thriving, building something without me,

then the familiar fear

even want to see

day, that cold finality in her voice as we

the door

I was nothing more than a distant memory, buried beneath the layers of her new life? Sighing in resignation, I tried to

as I was hesitating, something caught my

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

What if I invested?

at first. An investment wouldn't bring me closer to her. It wouldn't give me the answers I needed.

to apply, but under a different name, keeping my identity

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

new restaurant," I said, keeping my tone steady, rehearsing my plan

"We can set

Gray," I said

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

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

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,

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

lot was spacious, and the surrounding

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