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.

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

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

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

thought of her thriving, building something without me, stirred something complicated in my chest-pride tangled with

fear

want to see

to recall that day, that cold finality in her voice as we

slam the door

more than a distant memory, buried beneath the layers of her new life? Sighing in resignation, I tried

hesitating,

scrolled down, noticing the name of Arielle's restaurant in bold letters. Below it, a call for potential shareholders. Immediately, an idea took root

What if I invested?

me closer to her. It wouldn't give me the answers I needed. But what if... what if I could help her? What if,

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

and dialed the number listed for potential investors.

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

the other end responded. "We can set up a

I

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

as I returned

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

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

the surrounding was impeccably manicured and

inside, I was struck by 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 my attention. Right in the center of the restaurant,