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.

the arrival of a message. It was from my investigator

cold feeling. Now

at me like a dare I wasn't sure I had the courage to accept.

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

fear gnawed

even want to

that day, that cold finality in her voice as we signed the papers, the way she asked me to

probably slam the door in my

if 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 her new life? Sighing in resignation, I tried to put

I was hesitating, something caught

of Arielle's restaurant in bold letters. Below it, a call for potential shareholders. Immediately, an idea took root in my

What if I invested?

to her. It wouldn't give me the answers I needed. But what if... what if I could help her? What if, without

apply, but under a different name, keeping my identity

my phone and dialed the number listed for potential

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

on the other end responded. "We can set

Gray," I said

you, Mr. Gray," the receptionist continued. "We'll

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

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 suit, adjusted

an elegant

and the surrounding was

culinary artwork adorning the walls, but that wasn't what caught my attention. Right