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 of

a cold feeling. Now that I have

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

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

then the familiar fear gnawed at

she even want to see

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 if I showed

the door in my

now? Oh she must 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? Sighing in resignation, I tried to put my phone away. I couldn't do it, couldn't

hesitating,

name of Arielle's restaurant in bold letters. Below it, a call for potential

What if I invested?

answers I needed. But what if... what if I could help her? What if, without knowing it, I could support her

apply, but under a different name, keeping my

number listed for potential investors. The phone rang twice

I'm calling regarding the notice for investors in the new restaurant," I said, keeping my

"We can set up a meeting to discuss further. Can

Gray," I

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

I returned to work

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

sophisticated and modern, with an elegant gold plated sign bearing the restaurant's name

was spacious, and the surrounding was impeccably

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