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.

It was from my investigator and I immediately

over the address, and suddenly developed a cold feeling. Now

the address staring at me like a dare I wasn't sure I

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

fear

she even want to see

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

probably slam the

she must have. What if I'd waited too long, and I was nothing more than a distant memory, buried

as I was hesitating, something caught my eye-an

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

What if I invested?

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 knowing it, I could support her

under a different name, keeping my identity

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

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

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

I said

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

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

a good impression and it had to start with

and modern, with an elegant gold plated sign bearing the

the surrounding was

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. Right in the center of the restaurant, above the