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

a cold feeling. Now that I have managed

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

me, stirred something complicated in my chest-pride

the familiar fear gnawed at me

she even want to

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

the door in my

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 resignation, I tried to put my

as I was hesitating, something caught

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

What if I invested?

me the answers I needed. But what if... what if I could help her? What if, without knowing it, I could support her

different name, keeping my identity

dialed the number listed

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

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

I

Gray," the receptionist continued. "We'll be in touch to schedule a

I returned to work afterward, waiting for the D-day

extra attention to my look. I wanted to make a good impression and it had to start with my physical

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

lot was spacious, and the surrounding

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

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