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

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

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

her thriving, building something without me, stirred something complicated in

familiar fear gnawed

want to see

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

slam the door

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,

hesitating, something caught my

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

What if I invested?

investment wouldn't bring me closer to her. It wouldn't give me the answers I needed. But what if... what if I could help her? What if, without knowing it, I could support her

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

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

I said, keeping my tone steady, rehearsing my plan

can set up a

I said

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

as I returned to

to make a good impression and it had to start with my

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

was spacious, and the surrounding was impeccably

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