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.

later, still in thought, my phone beeped indicating the arrival of a message. It was from my investigator and

the address, and suddenly developed a cold feeling.

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

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

fear

want to see

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

the

memory, buried beneath the layers of her

as I was hesitating, something

restaurant in bold letters. Below it, a call for potential shareholders. Immediately,

What if I invested?

me closer to her. It wouldn't give me the answers I needed. But what

to apply, but under a different name,

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

in the new restaurant," I said, keeping my tone steady, rehearsing my plan in my mind.

"We can set up a meeting to discuss further.

I

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

my face as I returned to

I wanted to make a good impression and

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

and the surrounding was

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 restaurant, above the main bar, there