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.

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

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

like a dare I wasn't sure I had the courage to accept. Arielle's new restaurant, a

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

then the familiar fear gnawed at me

even want to see

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

the door

memory, buried beneath the layers of her new life? Sighing in resignation, I tried to put my phone away. I couldn't

as I was hesitating, something caught

letters. Below it, a call for potential shareholders. Immediately, an idea took root

What if I invested?

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?

to apply, but under a different name, keeping

dialed the number listed for potential investors. The phone rang twice before a

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

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

Gray," I

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

sly smile crossed my face as I returned to work

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

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

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 the center of the