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.

my phone beeped indicating the arrival of a message. It

cold feeling. Now that I have managed to

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

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

the familiar fear

she even want to

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

the door in

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 my phone away. I couldn't do it, couldn't

as I was hesitating, something

bold letters. Below it, a call for potential shareholders.

What if I invested?

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 new

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

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

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

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

I said

continued. "We'll be in touch

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 suit,

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

the

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