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.

few minutes later, still in thought, my phone beeped indicating the arrival of a message. It was from my investigator and I immediately opened it. It was the address of Arielle's

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

phone lay on the desk, with the address staring at me like a dare I wasn't

her thriving, building something without me, stirred something complicated

the familiar fear gnawed at

she even want to

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

probably slam the door in my

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?

as I was hesitating, something caught my eye-an

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

What if I invested?

me closer to her. It wouldn't give me the answers I needed. But what if... what if I could help her? What

different name, keeping my identity hidden.

I picked up my phone and dialed the number listed for potential investors. The phone rang twice before a professional voice

I said, keeping my tone steady, rehearsing my plan

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

I

"We'll be in touch to schedule

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

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

The exterior was sophisticated and modern, with an elegant gold plated

spacious, and the

was tastefully designed, with soft luminous lighting, expensive furnishings, and culinary artwork adorning the