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.

a message. It was from my investigator and I immediately opened it. It was the address

the address, and suddenly developed a cold feeling. Now

on 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

something without me, stirred something

the familiar fear gnawed at

she even 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 if I

the door

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

hesitating, something caught my eye-an

Arielle's restaurant in bold letters. Below it,

What if I invested?

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

was going to apply, but under a different name, keeping my identity

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

my tone steady, rehearsing my plan in my mind.

course," the voice on the other end responded. "We can set up a meeting to discuss further. Can I get

Gray," I

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

I returned to work afterward,

anticipated day. I paid extra attention to my look. I wanted to make a good impression and it had to start with my physical appearance.

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

parking lot was spacious, and the surrounding was

expensive furnishings, and culinary artwork adorning the walls, but