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.

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

feeling. Now that I have managed to get the

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

me, stirred something complicated in my chest-pride tangled

the familiar fear

even want

never had the courage to recall that day, that cold finality in her voice as we signed the papers, the way she asked me

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

I was hesitating, something

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

What if I invested?

answers I needed. But what if... what if I could help her? What if,

different name, keeping

and dialed the number listed for potential investors. The phone rang twice before

notice for investors in the new restaurant," I said, keeping my tone steady, rehearsing my plan in my mind. "I'm interested

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

I said

Gray," the receptionist continued. "We'll

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. I wore a well

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

the surrounding was impeccably manicured

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