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.

the arrival of a message. It was from my investigator and

cold feeling. Now that

the 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

me, stirred something

the familiar fear gnawed

want

It's been 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

the door

distant memory, buried beneath the layers of her new life? Sighing in resignation,

as I was hesitating,

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

What if I invested?

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

apply, but under a different name, keeping my identity hidden. She'd never

thought, I picked up my phone and dialed the number listed for potential investors. The phone

regarding the notice for investors in the new restaurant," I said, keeping my tone steady,

course," the voice on the other end responded. "We can set

I

"We'll

sly smile crossed my face as I returned

extra attention to my look. I wanted to make a good impression and it had to start with my physical appearance. I wore a well tailored suit, adjusted my tie, and ensured my hair was

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

and the surrounding was

luminous lighting, expensive furnishings, and culinary artwork adorning the walls, but that wasn't what caught my attention. Right in the center