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.

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

address, and suddenly developed a cold feeling. Now that

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

building something without me, stirred something complicated in my

the familiar fear gnawed at

she even want to

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

probably slam the

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

as I was hesitating,

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

What if I invested?

wouldn't give me the answers I needed. But what if... what if I could

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

the number listed for potential investors. The

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

responded. "We can set up

I

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

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

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

the look. The exterior was sophisticated and modern, with an elegant gold plated sign bearing the restaurant's name -"A and M."

parking lot was spacious, and the surrounding was impeccably manicured

the interior design. It was tastefully designed, with soft luminous lighting, expensive furnishings, and culinary artwork adorning the walls, but that wasn't what caught