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.

indicating the arrival of a message. It was from my investigator and

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

staring at me like a dare I wasn't sure I had the courage to accept. Arielle's new restaurant, a symbol of her

without me, stirred something

the familiar fear gnawed at me

she even want

memories of our last conversations suddenly swirled in my mind. It's been 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 the thought. I could already imagine her reaction if I showed up at her

the door

was nothing more than a distant memory, buried beneath the layers of her new life? Sighing in resignation, I tried to put my phone away. I couldn't do it, couldn't face

was hesitating, something caught my

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

What if I invested?

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

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

picked up my phone and dialed the number listed

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

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

I said

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

my face as I returned

anticipated day. I paid extra attention to my look. I wanted to make a good impression and

was in awe of the look. The exterior was sophisticated and modern, with an elegant gold plated sign bearing the

the surrounding was impeccably manicured

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