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.

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

developed a cold feeling. Now that I have managed to get the address, what

phone lay on the desk, with the address staring at me like a dare I wasn't sure I had the

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

familiar fear gnawed

want to

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 asked me to leave without a second thought. My heart clenched at the thought. I could already imagine her reaction if I showed up at

the door in

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,

was hesitating, something caught my

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

What if I invested?

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

different name, keeping my identity hidden. She'd never have

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

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

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

Gray," I

Gray," the receptionist continued. "We'll be

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

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

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 for aname or an

lot was spacious, and the surrounding

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