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.

still in thought, my phone beeped indicating the arrival of a message. It was from my investigator and I immediately opened it.

address, and suddenly developed a cold feeling.

a dare I wasn't sure I had the

without me, stirred something complicated in my chest-pride tangled with

familiar fear gnawed

even want

voice as we signed the papers, the way she asked me

the door in my

if I'd waited too long, and I was nothing more than a distant memory, buried beneath the layers of her new life? Sighing

as I was hesitating, something

it, a call for

What if I invested?

absurd at first. An investment wouldn't bring me closer to her. It wouldn't give me the answers I needed. But what if... what if I could help her? What if, without

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

phone and dialed the number listed for

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

responded. "We can set

Gray," I

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

I returned to

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. I wore

with an elegant gold plated sign bearing the

spacious, and the

I stepped inside, 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 what caught my attention.