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.

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

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

like a dare I wasn't sure I had the courage to accept. Arielle's new restaurant, a symbol of her

something without me, stirred something complicated in my

fear

even want to

in my mind. 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 she asked me to leave without a second thought. My

probably slam the door

she hated me 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

I was hesitating, something caught my

bold letters. Below it, a call for potential shareholders. Immediately, an idea took root in

What if I invested?

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

under a different name, keeping

the number listed for potential investors. The phone rang

keeping my tone steady, rehearsing my plan in

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

Gray," I

receptionist continued. "We'll be in touch to schedule

as I returned

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,

in awe of the look. The exterior was sophisticated and modern, with an

lot was spacious, and the

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

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