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.

a message. It was from my investigator and I immediately opened it. It was the address

cold feeling.

I wasn't

me, stirred something complicated in my chest-pride tangled

familiar fear

want

as we signed the papers, the way she asked

probably slam the door in my

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 my

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

What if I invested?

give me the answers I needed. But what if... what if I could help

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

phone and dialed the number listed for potential investors. The phone

for investors in the new restaurant," I said, keeping my tone steady, rehearsing

end responded. "We can set up a

I said

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

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

good impression and it had to start with my physical appearance. I wore a well tailored suit, adjusted my tie, and ensured

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

parking lot was spacious, and the surrounding was impeccably manicured and

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 what caught my attention. Right in