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.

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

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 sure I had the courage to accept. Arielle's

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

fear gnawed at me

even want

years and I never had the courage to recall that day, that cold finality in her voice as we

probably slam the door in my

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

I was hesitating, something

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

What if I invested?

first. An investment wouldn't bring me closer to her. It wouldn't give me the answers I needed. But what if... what

to apply, but under a different name, keeping

phone and dialed the number listed for potential investors. The phone rang

in the new restaurant," I said, keeping my tone steady, rehearsing my plan in my mind. "I'm interested in learning more about

end responded. "We can set up

I said

"We'll be in touch to

sly smile crossed my face as I returned to work afterward,

to my look. I wanted to make a good impression and it had to start with my physical appearance. I wore a well

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

parking lot was spacious, and the surrounding was impeccably manicured and

artwork adorning the walls, but that wasn't what caught my attention. Right in the center of